My Mansion

I’m in the cloudsWith a mansion so highBuild with dreams day and night. I collected all artisansFrom the globe aroundAnd put them as the bulbsI lighted them and played themDay and night. I conquered land and now the skyAll the precious in my left pocketMy mansion had window thousandsAnd one large door. Through one of

Absolute

I was showeringCold water over my bodyIts like a numb rain. I was staringAt the wall that kept talkingIts like a silent music. I was crying so loudThat wall inside me rupturedIts like a story with no ending. I was standing in middleOf the crowed so titillatingIts like black dot on blank paper. I was

Bewildered

Even though I follow darkI gaze at the moon sometimesSo aspiring it seemsSo passionate with the sky. Even though black resonates with meI understand the beauty of hopeSo charming its natureYet it hides behind my eyes. Even though the abyss fascinates meHomecoming birds diverts my attentionFinal destinastionWhy is finale that matters ? #poetry #poems #poetrylife

TOO LATE

WRONG DICTIONARY

If you give wingsto some dreamsthey will fly so highand bring you some things you will never buy yourself A smile ! For a long time nowyou’ve misunderstood, the meaning of satisfaction you’ve confused it with greedFor someone bought you,the wrong dictionary ! #poetry #poems #poetrylife

A ride alone

Oh ! it broke the threadlone was set the ride.Nothing to keep on sideballoon has to move ahead. Wandering high sky,group of birds it found.Apart from things as flythere was nothing to bound. Then it met the cloudsthink is all they do.Cried a lot aloudits time for to say adieu ! Raindrops started falling downtried

I’m counting the time

It’s way past nine and still,I’m counting seconds of clockMy eyes don’t blink, my heart won’t skip a beat.Every second a thought, a new play,A new color, may be this time,Let’s mix orange and blue.The clock never gets tired and neither do IIt supplies countless seconds and,I’m counting like a fool.The street was asleep and

Conquering past

A wrestling was going onfor so long,Audience were numbas they have been succumb.The past me and now me,the war never ends.She swirled upon memaking me bend.She looked at meas if I must surrender She put scratches all over meThey’re grave stones of my deeds, she said,You’re a pretender !Escape impossible, I cannot deny the inevitable. It’s a lost fight

Heal

Its hard to healNo matter one would say.Memories keep coming feeling the absence in it’s way.Places you visited lawns you sathaunting me harderdreaming, if you were.World keeps spinning unknown of the factchanges occuring,fast and fast. #poetry #poems #poetryporn

Everything he’s feeling

Faces in crowdlike moving antsfollowing a leador falling backwardsshout,everything he’s feeling. Burst the angerthrust belowor head with handscry,everything he’s feeling. Mountain of heartbeatsfountain of tearsor fruit of the sufferingsa sigh,everything he’s feeling. #poetry #poetslife #poems