They don’t lie, do they? They don’t ask questions, they reply, How do you not respond to the plight? How can you just ignore the sighs?
Beauty resides in the core, Surrender is one of its pore, From where the river flows, From where you have found a way so sore..
You write down in words your silence, You breathe silence and come back inked, Desires are overflowing, Expectations are just another justification, Where do you find some peace? How do you satisfy yourself and ease?
When they finally close, your soul actually breathes, Not just sleep, not just death, it’s a beautiful release, Don’t you agree they are a window to your questions? Haven’t you found yourself there wandering?
Come to peeping into one’s soul, They are a masterpiece, Let’s make it a point to be noticed and notice, The way we are gifted with a vision, A vision which leads to a paradise, A paradise, we’ve always dreamed of…
within my chase of drifting in the wind have a good way to begin through night skies drift in all directions there must be time for confessing shadows block the tortured sky a smile from a lonesome child drifting ever
Beautiful eyes Imagine falling in love with someone you have never seen. Would you give your heart away to a mystery? What if you could fall head over heels, do you think you would try? Or would you run away
Whispered names falling simply off lips, Freckles that ripple on skin, Azure eyes that flooded dreams. Eyes may capsize stable thoughts, Blindly wade into unknown waters, Not knowing awaiting dangers. A siren’s melody put in a trance, A map to
All defenses crumbled, all fears banished All reasons negated, all arguments destroyed Looking into your big passionate eyes Not random chance, but providence Crossing our ways time and again Leading me to your big passionate eyes Yield just once to
A pair of hazel eyes look at me. Your ‘bandana’ runs up to forehead, a scarf covers nose, chin and below, the pinky complexion of your cheeks lures me to paint you as a lovely maid. There is no invitation