Alone in my head,
I'm feeling so low,
No one can understand,
No one can know.
...
Innocence?
A distant trait I had once....
Anger tears through my tainted heart
Honestly I don't know where to start...
...
On Seeing Her Eyes,
Something is falling on my heart
Is it dew or the first rain?
Its falling and my life is getting drenched.
...
Poetry is an art.
Which cannot be taught.
It pours out from the heart
As a fountain of thought.
...
With night coming early,
Frost by the gate,
The autumn leaves falling
Sweeping cross the road.
...