Oh thee lake of wine, holy offspring of sweet and acerb,
Jorum of skee, my eyes see stars!
A day clear like this fogs my appetite....
If life becomes painful, we use to ask why do we live? What are we living for? Well, I guess here's the answer for my existence. How about you?
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and the beholder must know what is real beauty before saying 'You Are Beautiful'.
Its about lost love, and the changes that came after he left.... Its about when he was not there...
The feeling when you want someone so badly but the world is against it.
This is something I have not yet finished. But somehow I want to read comments. Probably it would be continued by then. Or you could comment lines that you want to add. By the way, this is my first try to post.
This poem is about a very famous story writter
Morning light, morning bright.
Morning call, a sunny bite.
Last night fades, last night sleeps,...
No wonder one day you will return for me Cz’ you are my soul-mate where would you be…
Attention, kids! Attention, kids!
Any of you feeling green and pricked?
Day and night candies and gums, you must be sick!...
I just came out for a breather from a literary sabbatical. Like as I love to say, I am not a song writer, but I write the songs my soul sings. Can anyone sing this with me.
It is about being confused about things happening in your life...... Free verse
Writing is a joy if done spontaneously
"Let's play a game", he said.
"What game?", she asked
"Tell me your lies and I will tell you mine", he answered....