STRANGER

Poems are written, Ships set sail

A face so Exquisite, My breath just fails

A stranger she is, A stranger she will remain

Bringing a faint smile

If I remember her again ..... 

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Love for thee

Love for thee is not poetry

Neither a song nor chemistry 

Love for thee is not silence 

Neither my crimes or the heart's Violence    

Love for thee is your smile 

So bright and full of LIFE, Now I can die ... 

Daffodils

I was floating away carelessly, a little white cloud

Why did you have to come like the bright daffodils, so proud

I wanted to stop and gaze at you for eternity 

But the wind blew me away towards meloncholity

Moments ...

What if I get you ... What if I get the world,

will it matter ...

The Notion ... the emotion .. the devotion of being in Love ..

is far Better ...

I would rather have those moments .. than growing exponents

IDENTITY

Dead of the night, when the darkness is bright;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

The time is set, for the straitjacket;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

In her luscious lips, and the sway of her hips;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

In despair, But I still repair;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

Is it it a lost cause or just a Pause;
In MY war against my IDENTITY.