In this hurricane of my own sorrows
i’m losing hope, drowning
instilling the seed of better morrow
just to realise i’m just dreaming
knitting my thoughts with torn words.
In search of healing ,to end this numb feeling .
at the edge of breaking
knew I had built house of cards,
his words soothes my wounded soul
he’s one of those knights in the shining armour,
boy ! what a charmer!
fairytales make your mind play foul
his shining armour, his rhymes
took away all reasons to scowl
Gentleman of words, wordsmith
wiser yet gambler of feelings
his words,you can live rest of your life with
because life’s all about unfair dealings
He’s one of those who makes you immortal in his rhymes
only to realise that stories
don’t last a lifetime.