Cup Of Love
It is gilded not in gems and diamonds, but in its own mirth, It is begins to fill not in youth, but long before birth, It is filled every second by an unknown hand, One that permeates every grain of
Catharsis
Depressed beyond words, I decide to clean up my life, I look into myself, and look at all that needs cleaning, The sorrows, the breakups, the anger, the hatreds, my whole life, Stands in need of a good whitewash and
Into Your Life
When its time, to describe your entire life in a day, And you know, you can’t recall every moment on the way, Times of joy may never in your memory, for long stay, Of the times when you cried, you
Finding You
On a fine summer morning, upon opening my brow, Find the landscape around me, filled with unseasonal snow, Amidst the vast expanse of white, a budding blossom of pink, So startlingly contrastive, that it sets my mind to think. The
Distant Dreams
I open my eyes, and see your gaze upon me, Beyond those eyes, there’s a lot I can see, Moments of joy, and those of solitary pain, Seconds of ecstasy, that were long since lain. They seek to tell me