It’s not our divorce that sets my heart on fire. It’s not your betrayal that slashes it apart. It’s not your sarcastic tongue that condemns my humanity. Brutal memories of our past haunt me the most.
Love comes with joy and takes with it all. You gave me a moment and robbed me of my mortality. Through the door you came in, you left with a hopeless return. As I wipe my tears off my sensitive bellies, Swamps of solace invade, leaving my hopes homeless.
I mean the pain you caused me dug graves in my heart, And until I bury my emotions I will forget your last name. I will have forgotten your deceitful smile and devilish eyes That stole my glance and kept it for your selfish assignment.
But, before that happens I will cherish the good memories through pain and emotions As they fade away with the final thought.
Poet, Word Composer, Writer, Speaker, an All-round Activist.I love poetry for in thee I find solace and peace. I find a platform to express myself without limits and share courage without denial. I have published two books. My Quiet Place and Confiance; an anthology of poems and a novel respectively, which are already on sale. I will never stop writing because I have already started......
Unthinkable. Lithograph of a malaise. I cannot talk. Will you abandon the thought and care about the drowning dawn? The bandaged ego of the book threatens the reader. Come and solve the puzzle of poetry. Everything was quiet except the
Its a different kind of heartache Where tears dont flow, Its a different kind of pain Which people dont choose to show, Its the thing which people dont understand Untill they stand at our place. They keep judging us Without
Within the imagination I am content to live This is my stay I see how plenty, how ever-expanding it is The ‘All’ a rich array Of ever-rotating colors with which to paint And never fade away This is my stay