It is indeed goldYour image in my heart.Splashes of your essence which is secure and boldWanting to vent it all, In that…
Words are all I have
my poems are not precious maybe thats why I set them free.
they left behind words words which were scribbled hastily.
You took my heartI didn’t say a word
a poem
My poems are funny, they don’t want to conquer your mind but cuddle your heart so that…
I hide my pain fromthe world but later choke on the tears of my words.
Standing at thedoorstep of my hearttonight, it is notletting me inI wish I had an extra keybut it’s…
A fading poem needs a lullaby to cradle the poet’s mind in its loving arms and sing her to sleep the poet is its only lover…