Thinking about past Again and again Life is still very vast Enjoy the forthcoming rain Raindrops coming from heaven Every drop ending on floor Every day you keep on missing someone The truth you can’t ignore Anything can be done by resolution Crying is not any solution Happiness you like to celebrate By laughing Tears you do make and you even know that sadness can’t be depicted by graphing.
His skin is the color of dark chocolate, his complexion is flawless, his eyes are caramel; they are big and beautiful, but they have a hint of sadness in it. He looks lost. His eyes seem to wonder a lot,
Strolling in the pavement of almosts, You stopped in your tracks And watched how you can never cross the highway of success The cold gust of reality pierced your skin While you stood there recalling all the “nice try’s” from
They first used to respect me Before they didn’t know me It’s only when they knew me That they started abusing me Knowledge made them evil I’m talking about the people They studied geology Now they are hurting me with
Let flow, the drops of love Over the meadows of John Donne’s verse Inside the crafts of Dewey’s penning And Milton’s insight On the ripple tranquility of Shelley’s words Bouncing of Browning’s beetles Shallow clattering of Shakespeare’s sonnets Through the