Why do I still Love You? Even after you walked out of my life, Even after you broke my faith, Even after of you turned your back on me, After you had deaf ears to all my sobs.
Why do I still Love you? Not for that one First Kiss, Not for that Lovely Tight Hug, Not for the long-walks or small stares, Not for the love that we made, Most Importantly- Not for those seemingly-true Promises!!
So then for what? For I Love myself when I Love you, And I’m only tormenting Myself, by trying to Hate You! What other choice do I have.
A monster from a tree jumps and runs around the bushes to mate. A blank statement is issued. The system groans and collective pshyche fails. A stark silence for the food for thoughts. I sit down to meditate- to find
Tonight the nectar will be spread to tame a random tormentor. Black and white, I never saw my father weeping. Lonely he was. I am my own creation today weather beaten. Confession to – confession, unread. When the- storm was
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I
Cacophony was child’s cry,it made me forlorn Symphony it is,now that you are born Trauma was my life,bruised my being Tranquil I am, showered in your eyes loving Bathed in your waft ,my stink is gone Rescued by your raft,now
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted