One touch and the light will glow
With my hand in the winter's bough
I ran so far that now I can't ignore
The touch of mine on the winter's bough
All the roses have bloomed
by the muddy road
The sun hid his face
And kept crying in sorrow
A girl in red dress laced with black,
Was sitting with her hands folded,
And eyelids exposed.
Her lips were the reason of rose's softness,
After breaking apart, am reborn
As people never groan
Am reborn, into a new personality
Where people can't doubt my ability
Is there any relation between a pen and a poet?
Only a pen knows,
Not the poet.
I met a magician
Amidst the fog by a lake
He lived in a cottage
And had a beard- black.
A worn out diary breathes in my chest
It carries billions of words
Yet it never wept.
The rhythm of falling rain
The soul still slips on the black ice of love
The heart still sows seeds of kisses
The brain still feeds the atmosphere with insecurities
The Sun still shines trying to melt the cold away.
Walking down the sidewalk by the river,
Looking at the falls crashing down with force,
The city lights were playing with their reflection,
And the lovers kissed.
The dimly lit room with a candle
Her finger tips dripping in blood
Dance on the piano keys slowly
Kissing the music with her broken pieces