poem

There were plenty of fishes in the pond,yet i fell in love with a crocodile.

He was her reason for existence,She was his ultimate risk.

Don't focus on the words i write,pay attention to the ones i don't.These lines won't tell you much about me,try to read in between these lines.

Words fail to describewhat i feel anymore.Let me be numb for a while,let me be sore.

I think i should get love inked on my skin.Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.

My mind gets stronger everyday,my heart gets weaker with time.

Love left us long back,we just got better.You at pretending,Me at hiding.

the gods play nofavorites.

Chainschains that hold me to the groundchains that keep me solidly boundchains that tether my heart to youchains that only one truth...

There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.

PASSIONS are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;

The sea loved the moonWhen she was supposed to love the shore.The moon knewAnd hence made his intentions known. That she should love the shoreWho was destined for her.Yet his protests seemed weak. And even when he pushed her towards the shore-She always retreated back.To want, to need, to love the moonFor all she's worth.Everyone said, it wasn't meant to happen.Yet, the Tsunami rose that night for their union.

Help people.Be interested.Make a difference.Live passionately.Go comando.

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.

I have always been a fire, and everyone I loved walked away as ashes, until I met a phoenix who was born to love flames.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike taskOf pure ablution round earth's human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen maskOf snow upon the mountains and the moors--No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,And so live ever--or else swoon to death. Glanzvoller Stern! wär ich so stet wie du,Nicht hing ich nachts in einsam stolzer Pracht!SchautŽ nicht mit ewigem Blick beiseite zu,Einsiedler der Natur, auf hoher WachtBeim Priesterwerk der Reinigung, das die See,Die wogende, vollbringt am Meeresstrand;Noch starrt ich auf die Maske, die der SchneeSanft fallend frisch um Berg und Moore band.Nein, doch unwandelbar und unentwegtMöchtŽ ruhn ich an der Liebsten weicher Brust,Zu fühlen, wie es wogend dort sich regt,Zu wachen ewig in unruhiger Lust,Zu lauschen auf des Atems sanftes Wehen -So ewig leben - sonst im Tod vergehen!

LET__ GO BACK HOMEI can't think about you,Without smiling.What I wouldn__ give,To go back there,Take you in my arms,Kiss you, And tell you,"I still love you."It's been three decades now,And still your smile's with me,Your wave goodbye, The love in your eyes, And everything else you gave me,Before that highway fog swept in,And stole your spirit away.Oh- to return by your side again, Fish beside the Pleasant Hill Dam,Hike through the Mayer's woods, Hang out on your big hill,Sleep naked in your twin bed,Fill your room with laughter- And marijuana smoke.You returned home-And I traveled on down the road,Found new loves,Safely took them under my wing,And deeply into my heart.But you know, as I do-This wasn__ always possible.I didn__ always have the fire- The courage to stand tall,The joy to expand, Nor the love to give deeply.These were all your gifts--To me.Someday-When I close my eyes for good,And cry out- "Lord- forgive me for I have sinned-"I'll joyously return by your side,Take you into my arms, Kiss you, And tell you,"I still love you.

At Times I Am A Flower...at times I am a flower ~singularly defined ...