Cronos Poems

Well I’ve got high hopes that When I cross the river Styx and Land on your island you will look On me with favor in your eyes Like a diamond in the rough All I have is a heart of

Wherever we leave to No matter whatever we run away from Just be certain These shadows we ruthlessly shed behind Will pull us back one day right here itself.. This baggage Yes, those you once said; of old rags Can

I stopped to gaze One mistake already made Moody wind, pale snowflakes Quite with mysteries Dark and Delphic secrets My legs froze, my body still The ropes of the mesmerizing beauty tangled me No struggle, no pain A moment of

Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting

Whenever, I feel tired and exhausted, From life’s monotonous routine, I go to my courtyard Theatre, On the enormous screen, Watching the free natural movie scenes, Projected by The Almighty Producer. The scenes change there with the passage, Of the

There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The

When love is found what happens to your heart? Does it stay the same or fill up with love again just like it did from the start? Does it beat less or beat more? Is it sewn up from being

Alone in the sun sweats a sombre flower Neither e’er kissed by butterflies Nor ever praised to the skies Alone in the sky lies the moon so fair Among a thousand stars feels it shy Why is it the only

She destroyed him And he loved her for it He brought the trouble She brought the shovel To bury all the tainted pieces Of his former self Partners in crime Doing the red eye boogie With wolves In sheep’s clothing

Breath on my window silently screaming out for a certain Scorpio but it’s like you’ve just disappeared, like a ghost in the blinding snow, the fire here inside is warm but I feel a chill craving your hot, hot lovin’,

One last drop of sorrow just whispered to me When all this time I have been so hollow I smelled a poison,that you could never see And the clouds just blurred my way to follow Still I could not find

I dived into empty space, exhilarated, arms outstretched mimicking wings, I flew like a bird. Embracing the thrash and lash of the wind, which flapped the flesh on my cheeks, and froze the tip of my nose. The echo of

the end of a thought is never for its death, but for a new beginning; there is always a meaningful silence, a metamorphosis, I do ever find, between a stop and its succeeding word like that of death into birth

Nature is Natural. Nature is Wonderful I have never seen anything more beautiful than nature An afternoon breeze expels cold air, Along with the fallen green leaves. The sun hiding beneath the trees, Making my skin warm The music plays

Eyes as hard as the hardest stone. Inscrutable, hide within secrets galore. The face, the same. But them hands, they lie. On a bed of lies her mind still rests, Waiting for a kick. Dystopia all around her. Or so,

As the ink flows and the heart glows, While your words rejoice in an enormous light, How do you come up with another set of questions? And still have a peaceful plight.. Trust your instinct within, Feed your fire, fuel

As I entered into the realm of dark And stifled for a moment to hark The dead souls that had turned into ghosts Who wanted me to hold and not embark Into the realm of dark But I proceeded without

The gentle wind blows away the blood of my face A battle that never ends , tears that never dry Gently walking over the field of stained flowers Looking up to the sky, even the sky cries Even the blue

I’ll try my hand at writing while I smoke, You never know ‘til you experiment; In honeyed indolence my time I’ve spent, I’ve made no money and I’m sadly broke. The sands of time are flowing as I toke, I

When life deepened and words rose to a mystic high , When solitude became a beauty and deep inside could not understand if pain is a blessing or pleasure a boon , when wind whispered in ears sweet nothings ,

Flipping pages inhaling words Like open arms and fluttering birds. A clay pot, a blue sky. Paddy fields passing by. Just touch each word, it comes to life With laughter, anger, pleasure and strife I travel with people living in

Life is a trick with interwoven plot Clever take advantage a lot Apparently truth seems failed All good deeds look derailed Tricky minds proud of all tricks They feel pride in their pricks Vice becomes part of drama Shadows take

Read it slowww-lyy, Here I am loneee-lyy, Writing a song for my mother Mom. Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Beautiful days, dull sunrays, The time is fleeting like tides and waves. Far from home, living alone, writing a song for my

Echoing his vague actions and repeating the venomous dream Awaken by the shudder of nostalgia. She, with a hidden pain scrutinizing her wounds endowed by a wild one . Feeling like a stained damsel, she became a lifeless creature. And,

Facing the wrath of the blazing Sun, She, with her tangled hair, toothy smile, deeply lined face ; in a coarse cotton and battered bag, walks through the lofty gates of a mansion ; A fine blend of art, wealth

It’s pretty- Mysterious- To me, Can you not see it? Truly- It almost hurts- Terribly- I’ve fallen for it, yeah, quite predictably, Quite hard, I guess I know, quite selfishly, as well. But the flowers can never never come too

I, Laetitia – I decree I happen! In the soul’s sublimate and subliminal state, Whom the twists of fate misshapen, I unwind! Come! Seek me! Visit! I grant visas and vistas with no use-by date! Soul-twisted ones! Stay or transit

Happiness is Smiling joyfully at a stranger frowning; Making him smile; problems drowning. Happiness is Waving wildly at a high-flying plane Making many feel that we are insane. Happiness is Raising up both our hands to the sky As we

Sanmati, my angel, has decorated jawline. Aside puts cold anger and does repine Negative things in her life, but always supine Merry things about the wide world divine. Against me or her things she despise saline. Tough tenderness she got

There are lovely seasons beyond compare that each has its own beauty, spring offers a birth of life to so many flowers and trees. Summer is the warmest season of all, the sun is the strongest on the blue sky

I can’t stop writing when I think of you You are morning’s cold water splash You are the shower of rain from hanging clouds You are favourite song on my lips You are the dream keeps me awake every night

After dinner protocol you kiss me on the cheek Wrap your arms around me to remind me that you’re free The taste of mint is in your kiss but your sweetness is in doubt All those broken promises are draining

Everything starts with a piece of something. But she’s already in pieces so how come? Such a dark journey, she wasn’t telling. A tragic story. Ending— there was none. All was black. She’s not blind, But her hope was. There’s

I remember you and all the things we used to do You’d think I’d cry going back in time recalling us But I’m over that now and all that remains are Sweet Memories, Sweet Memories of a past love Although

Silver-green feathers of foxtails, nodding lazily through rusted wire fences, The orange-gold chalice of a single poppy in a sea of tender grass, Meandering sidewalks—charcoal-gray ribbons of asphalt, fractured by weedy cracks— Palm trees and fir trees and the spreading

All night On the neural paths, have rushed – shiny – The shapes of the world, yearning for Scepters of mountains And valleys and rivers of ice And prairies and lakes and forests, endlessly. Yet it would not be the

S- Sorry people were screaming cries. C- Calling out their loved ones in havoc. R- Rising atmosphere was getting worse, as in better. E- Evening goes by in fast time. A- As the high notes of help cannot be heard

I saw a child Playing in the mud Red hair Glistening in the sun Twinkling eyes, Reverberating the sea. Hands clutched the dark soil And out came a dimpled smile, Enthralling me. As I looked on She metamorphosed into an

first there’s feeling what is there can’t be rushed but sure can be ignored been doing that most of my life who would have thought that trying doesn’t help and stopping does so every once in a while I’m quiet

with my scrupulous eyes, my bone was so feeble, like I have never been, I try to gather them up. maybe when I slept… someone come and removed them, replaced my strength with you, dreaming I was so disturbed my