Let my words pour out from my mind In many shapes or shapeless shapes I don’t care what they look like or how they would perform I just need them to be there for me So I can see and enjoy the slight grin on my face I won’t sigh on their foolishness, I won’t judge them, I won’t hate them, For they are mine, only mine.
Poet’s Note: This poem is about the apprehensions and the inhibitions, that a writer face – in terms of good and bad. The poem simply says to have faith in your writing as it is for your own simple pleasure.
A black hole detonates itself to stigmatize the substance. Now a silk road leads to sight and touch. A scarecrow starts screaming. Sky was falling on fire. The space becomes deviant. Chopped hands were drawing the tattoos of winged feet.
Common everyday words Meaningless words of nothing Overused shadows in a blind world We have to escape from them We have to reinvent another worldwide language Meaningless words Meaningless peoples They frightened us Because they belong to the ugliness We
THE NiGHT OF WORDS an assemblage of thought, Predicted a hint of rain the power of words,from the darkened sky, convey a message for a thought. Was it not one word that launched the words that built the world ?
I learned to hold all my feelings inside until late at night. I covered my mouth with my hands so that no one could hear my tears. I perfected my fake smile. Today, after so many days, painfully enough, but