I am no Writer

A simple Expression from a lover to their beloved because they ain’t a writer.

The love I never wished for

Happy and lost I was On a self built land Cheerful yet gloomy Like a happy story so tanned. There came a soul To fill my emptiness There stood a mind To read my hallowness. To join the pieces Yet keeping the creases It came along To make me happier And drive me crazier The

SOULMATES

Waves are clumsy They love to explore Explore, the edges waves walk waves run they jump high they laugh Ocean is silent It flows Flows to the lead of wave Ocean smiles Ocean listens It crosses miles passes saying simple Hi. People cry with waves Thank the Ocean People visit the Ocean Leave enjoying the

The Empty Corridor


The Empty Corridor says so much more 
With memories that are just too much to hold 
As I walk Slowly Reliving the moments Today standing a little tall The smell of the same old paint Is just too much to fall The walls they still listen Even if I whisper my secrets. The Corridor still

And You Call Her Homeless?

(Picture Credit:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJ1wEE2xCE4) 
She doesn’t hold the same story everyday. Each time she has a different path to lay. She is the most beautiful and humble ruler of the streets That rents her palace That rents the kingdom she never owns 
 But happily calls the dusty place her home. 
Her soul has nothing to say

Forever And More

Hi Joey! Yeah I see you looked amazed today. The pizza isn’t cut into even a single slice and trust me it isn’t a mistake. I came into this shape today to make you realize how wonderful you are. Though you sometimes didn’t get your friends you looked super confused on joke and yet smiled

Because We Are Always Right

  Your embrace   Warmer than my blanket   Your hand on my head to protect  More than a helmet   Our endless talk of my long days Had the capability of your flight delays We had simple promises to keep A small box of chocolate with My favorite brownie cake Which you promised to bake But that

The Story

Book ,the destination where you rewind time To have another look And this is a story about “A 16 years old Book “ The life of this book wasn’t fair as She had curves and couples of layers A nasty spider web to make her hair And a glass on the top to see things

Long Roads

Take the roads barefoot Your footprints will be kept Walk of them with your vehicle The smell of your tires will be left. To every breeze that hits your face Roads promise to keep them Keep them safe on each individuals memory case. When you laugh on the empty roads Your echoes will be stored.

MR.CRUSH

She Knew He never knew she existed But Still Had hopes Rehearsed For a simple “Hi” And Searched for silly reason To speak up other than saying goodbye He was the reason for her red cheeks And pretended reason To have her secret seeks She didn’t have any reason to flatter when he had his