Icarus
The closer he went like a light-craving moth, The farther he seemed from her, like her wroth, Like the helplessness in him, his actions had wrought, Less better tidings, the day’s moonlight brought. There was once a time, when his
Delirium
Silently through the night, her formless hands creep, Searching, feeling for him, through the lands of sleep, The darkness around, its not an easy rival to win, So, finding him, she waits, for the right time to begin. She knocks
Dreamcatcher
He begins another day, fishing in the waters of his mind, He knows not, if that lost object he will ever again find, It will never repeat, even if only to again remind, Only its memory, a vague sketch, it
Cinderella Man
You are struck by one, and then another, blow, Perhaps a result of lettings things to go slow, In retort, in return, a harder punch you try to throw, Feeling it sailing across, you begin to get back the flow.
Perfect Harmony
A different language, where letters are unnecessary, One where words are dispensable, a mere accessory, Where every single word is complete in itself, And no sentence is required to express oneself. Where the silence speaks louder than any word, And