Dear poetries,You share my every weakening part or every deepening strength.You know my past and present.Thank you for sharing with me; my crying nights and bleeding days.Thank you for being a part of some of my weeping birthdays. To be my fragmentI thank youTo be my friendI thank you To keep my secrets safeI thankContinue reading “Thank you”
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Mr House
Those pillars of yoursStand uprooted siltO, Mr HouseYou’re the home for mist. Your walls blunderedYou’re abandonedO, Mr HouseYou’re freaking sick. Your doors screamingAs we pass you threeO, Mr HouseWoods are slicy thick. Fans with lengthy rodsRetrieving your arrivalO, Mr HouseYou’re old and rival. Your property’s costLeast my memories withinO, Mr HouseYou’re my family’s heart in.
Fair of hearts
From the fair of heartsI farely dwelled ma needsI bought some refrainsAnd some artistic weeds. I gathered some courageIn rupee they their sellI purchase some gutsTo credit my wand spell. I lofted for some museFor my metaphoric verseI purchase some toolsWith serene rhyme curse. From the fair of poetriesI listed my poetic deviceI dwelled onContinue reading “Fair of hearts”
Writer
I’m a mere heart-warming poetry Enhancing thy scars as a beauty garland; An abstract of pious heart sheen Yielding every touch of thy healthy emotions. I’m a ship submerged in the sea of intensities; A saint in the church of love Worshiping every shade of thy worthy beauties. I’m a keen writer; selfless or adeptContinue reading “Writer”
Secrets
A poetry my soul makesContains my secrets of deep sorrowsThe rhythm it sanctionsBless my words with secrets too narrow A letter bottled upThrown near the shore of heartContains all my secretsOf you and our love being hard A mug of water pulledIn the sea of my lost spring’s secretsAnother metaphor addedTo sorrows or griefs orContinue reading “Secrets”
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