Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
There are many ways To start a poem and many Words to start one with. There are many ways to create A life and many styles involved
I wonder how i will feel when am o… Wonder if the words will still be… In my mind with no regrets, Wonder if my heart-beats are still… Wonder if the world will be cruel…
Love me with no range; and never p… Through me, love me like a gate an… Cease to open me, love me like a m… Same and exact with no compromise. Love me peacefully like bodies dro…
Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…
Word me a river & Fetch me strengths Move me nearer And let us faint
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
What do I see I see people talking about me I see them whispering and I think… I see them plotting I can hear my mothers warning in m…
A crooked faith with the deepest w… Immortality of conception about li… Weakest pace, slowest race. Illegible notes with an unclear ma… Although its more revelation, appr…
Pretend to sleep tight and secretl… bare interest so if light will dec… aware and if the night will yawn w… are famously put to rest.
If you ever thought of a girl perhaps wasted anytime with someon… Or no one. If you ever walk with loud manly Conversation with your friend
I have lost the taste for words I have blended with the world I have settled with the masses I have decided to colour it all. I have lost the taste for words
I have Loved Less Since The last
Art of loving is a complicated Ar… it must not be too Abundant or too… and Moderation is an hard option t…
