As you grow old you start to forget two things: First, who you were. Second, I don’t remember. But, well! How does ‘Sad‘ really feel like? Is ‘old‘ really ‘sad‘? If sad was a person, would you not pity on his condition or hers? Does it not worry you to find out people don’t feel … More Alive No More!
A new day A new life That will stay With no strife. An eternal joy For the same old boy I wish you and a lot I pray ‘Cause its your day. From the same old friend For the friendship that’ll never end. A smile that stays forever I wish you success hereafter You are … More Story of a Poet: #12. ~A Friendship to Treasure-The Trio of Us~
And all that has come down to in the end is_ My End. That end where I lost the most important part of me. That end where_I lost to myself. But, I’m not full of regrets this time. I’m not disappointed with me even. But, it’s true that I lost. I lost to myself. But, … More You never know the last time_you see someone!
A half century of English poetry here at my blog. Uff…*sighed* With every blot of ink outraged an enormous amount of passion for reinforcing in me a will to write. To write about all those things that I know I could have said to people. Some people. But, I did not. Not because it never … More Story of a Poet: #50 I could not love you
I request you to be strong and cozy And love me with a fearless heart For my heart has an inadequacy To restrict the feelings and depart I’m bound to the chains of adolescence And shadowed by the spark of your eyes For there is a luring incense Every time you comfort me with lies … More Story of a Poet: #49. A fearless heart.
The day I chose To be with you Was the day I realized How much I needed you. From the days of the past To the memories that last I have breathed your incense I have touched your essence How could I thank enough For all the moments so tough And still smile without reasons … More Story of a Poet: #48. Until we meet again!
So, let’s rejoice once again. This poem is a gift from me to a very dear junior of mine. He wrote the starting of this poem and wrote it well enough. He is a pretty good writer even.
Yash_”The Inevitable” … More Story of a Poet: #47. The Inevitable Curse
From the time these eyes saw her
My words have never been complete
What if my silence was an answer IS
What I think sometimes … More Story of a Poet #46. What would she be thinking
A poem of metaphors that mean more than their actual meaning. … More Story of a Poet: #45. Ink on Paper
I don’t normally write poems like these. It was just a challenge accepted to form positivity from negativity. He never was. But, then she was. He waited on her ‘shut up’. She decided to step up. He pleaded guilty of his sins. She created her own reigns. He wanted her to be shy. She one … More Story of a Poet: #44. He and She fought to become one.