Tag Archives: Memories
Dividing
I was struck by an arrow A love stricken arrow, Gazing down a lonely path So dark and narrow. I feel him at the end His heart beating for mine, I’m drowning in an hourglass Swimming in the sands of … Continue reading
Boxes
There are boxes Inside my mind, Different memories Uniquely designed. Some are happy Some are sad, Most just sound Like I’m going mad. Priceless artifacts Pieces of time, From every laugh To every crime. Every encounter Will have a box, … Continue reading
Today I dreamed of tomorrow
Today wasn’t a date It was a change, As the images form As fresh new page. The eyes they melt Right into my core, I could only dream To feel this more. It was a perfect day I don’t want … Continue reading
Taken
The ears turned deaf Your voice went mute, The brain escaped You failed to reboot. Emotions were hidden The eyes were blind, Skin turned to a mask You could hide behind. Memories were built Behind solid walls, The pores they … Continue reading
Broken creativity
When I rhyme These words appear, There’s more than Madness here. I’m not on drugs Or any alcohol, Creativity is born In a broken soul. There are whispers To this tragic mind, It’s faulty wiring You will find. God can’t … Continue reading
Memories
Do you remember Being you & free, Building those sandcastles Swimming in the sea. Playing on our skates And making dens This was our fun, We didn’t need Technology back then. Having no care in the world We was running … Continue reading
Ghostly whisper
I’m not afraid to fall Pieces of me fall all the time. It’s pieces of insanity that remains, So insane it beautifully aches. I gave up looking for a happy ending, Now I pass the time until the end. I’m … Continue reading
Foreign body
It’s like my mind & heart Are not connected, What’s felt in the heart Will never be projected. All these lose wires Make me look heartless And Plato once quoted ‘Love is a serious mental illness’ They speak different languages … Continue reading
Blank canvas..
Speak the language we only speak, The fire of a writer, Leaves me weak. Flames of passion which I crave, Electric shocks of seduction, Absorbed to lyrical waves. A masterpiece a work of art, It’s the creative way, You draw … Continue reading
