Broken
The smile seems so real, but its happiness isn’t, The tears definitely real, but their sorrow isn’t, When the eyes stand deceived by mere expressions, You wonder how really deep are all those emotions. The happiness, the sorrow, are but
A Bride’s Farewell
You are the brow of a tide, in our happy family’s song, Glimpses of you, in our memory shall remain eternally long, Bedecked in finery, you’ll soon be drawn away to your abode, The worthiness of a Bride’s Farewell and
Multitude
Pushing my bag underneath, I climbed onto my berth, Crawling slowly, I dusted it for what it was worth, Stretching my legs, I turned around to have a look, Nothing out of the ordinary, so I got back to the
Broken Pencil
Fresh from nowhere, it came, baggage in hand, All I could do was gape, just letting it stand, Though invited, yet so unwelcome, it would never understand, While every passing second was encroaching upon its land. It looked me in
Fable
When you close your eyes to the world you know, Thus opening them to a world you will never know, You cannot control the direction your mind can go, For, here, control is something you must forgo. Sweltering under the