Countless Times I fell, Countless times I rose, Countless times I cried, Countless times I pleaded, Countless times I felt suffocated, Countless times my heart bleed.
Countless times I wanted to run away, But never got the courage to have my way. Countless times I failed to understand What was my mistake? Countless times I grew tired waiting For a new dawn to break. Countless times I watched the lonely moon That reflects the loner in me.
Countless times I was betrayed But tried to forget the pain of those betrayal but countless times my attempts went in vain
Countless times I made myself promised Never to trust again like those countless times my promises never got fulfilled. Countless times I dreamed but those dreams were turned in to ashes by my own beloved beings.
Countless times I wondered will the countless times ever end?
Lipped-wet, Counterfeits. Fakes neither audible nor visible. The moment dies in our hands. It was a non- happening. Silence booms destroying the palace, of dreams. I should have become the scissors. This poem is not charitable gnawing at the underlip
(1) In old time, Before the sun stopped circling around us; Before it started to work as a painter of our shadows and the shadow of time over place; Before it adopted the hobby to boil sand inside a vessel
As twilight fades into the night, In the silence, I wonder bewitching fragrance from the queen of the night, tossed up by the strong wind reaches the moon lit sky tantalizing the air As on musky Earth I lay soft
The Twenty First Century will be like no other. For millennia the human race experienced glacial progress forward. Generation after generation pretty much the same. Then slowly at first things began to change. The Bronze Age, the Iron Age, jump
All the things I never said before really doesn’t matter much anymore the world is changing me like never before like a ghost in the thick of fog…well truth is stranger than fiction just like a fire burning somewhere out