Poems and Reveries

The Artists and The Rain

Oh! How I would like the stars, the lovers of passion, the creators of artI sit and I read the words of the poets and the writers who never found happinessThose miserable men with disenchanted wives, those promising women competing with each other all their livesI think of those men who find happiness in aContinue reading “The Artists and The Rain”

Poem- The Photograph

Why am I enamoured with the past? Even though I always think of the future The past in objects, pictures, melodies and words Fly through my imagination like birds It’s strange that I find myself so enchanted with eras gone by And it’s a shame that I have not been able to let go myContinue reading “Poem- The Photograph”

Siesta

My heart breaks a little bit everydayDisintegrating into more and more piecesThe weather is fine and so am IThen sun still shines and people smile sometimesThe moon is in the right placeThe emptiness is full of mystery in spaceYet my heart sheds a tearI always think of my fearThere is a revolution in the morningAContinue reading “Siesta”

Sleepless Nights

Days and days of insomniaThey come and go like the cloudsI’ve tried to stop my mind but it’s a universe of its own kindI think and I think about days gone byDays to comeI think of the present too but only as a result of the past or an impression of the futureCounting sheep isContinue reading “Sleepless Nights”

Poem- White Blank Page

I write because there is no better listenerThan a blank pageIt takes in and understands the thingsEven I don’tIt carries the unrelated wordsTurns them into stream of consciousnessIt does nothing more than creaseFlipping memories and pain with easeAt my whimIt leaks stains of tears and inkAnd when I’m done with itIt will only existIf IContinue reading “Poem- White Blank Page”

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