Surrounded but lonely , Yes i've been there too , where our lonely souls meet where amidst all the chaos hides your lonely soul
Her real sweetness was though had once been brutally broken she could see the exquisite sun rising in others while some merely saw shadows of the clouds.
Dear LoveThe mind game or the love game I never realised But I always felt good ‘Coz I really loved you With whole heart Though now it hurts so much In the end
I bleed through my pen Into words on these crumbled pages Which are broken pieces Of my heart But for you This is just the blending Of beautiful words Which are merely written To impress
"She was shocked to see the reflection in the mirror, the person holding her hands was not the love of her life... but a total stranger!! Her heart felt an explicable pain but her face wore a false smile... Things had changed.... A smell of unlove wafted in the sky " - Chinhita
It’s cryptic, that we try so hardto engage ourselves in something newand give up mid-way.It’s wasted efforts, each time.Hobbies, friends, relationships, music;we’re an unsatisfied, disoriented generationof easily bored youngsters who don’t know how to commit.We’re searching for what we haveand lazily accept that it doesn’t come to us.We expose...
Let’s forget everything Let’s do it right here tonight Let’s feel the soul and inner peace Let’s not shy no worries Let world think what ever they want to be But come here baby Just once Not for long but for while But at least for once let be together here once again And feel the warmth under each...
The eyes behold memories..The wise never look for whys, Memories of moments.. Moments which are now beyond the eyes Now you realize..
I have Stuffed my vacuum heart with the love of a maiden fair And I've buried my sorrows course between the swirls of the desert air.
My best friend is the best listener, overflowing with composure. I have never seen someone in the eye for this long, but this one makes my heart sing a song. With me, it comes along, everywhere, As if asking me to own it, layer by layer. I look at it, and every cell in my body...
And then there’s your heart, the one thing you can’t lie. - Left Handed Author
Before I go down below With the star above All I want is to paint my love for you.... On the canvas of your soul I want to paint a picture of love. Want to paint with the shades of love and passion not in the colour of yellow,red & blue With the star above All I want is...
Hi there everyone.. This is my first post here. So a little poem for the starters and i will come with more😊. Hope it gets published and i get some comments and compliments😉 *Dreamy love*Like.. The sweetest melodies, On the guitar strings.. Like the dews dripping, On the...
The stars weren’t falling from the sky,but to make them greener.If you could count them,your fingers would be infiniteto condemn the immortality.If you ever knew the universe they had lived in,you wouldn’t hinge onto the mortal sadnessbecause the stars had never beenas bright as the lights.They were angels.~ Keefe...
“Consider this on your mind: don’t intrude a monster that’s asleep.” ~ Sylvia Elle ~ Keefe R.D, Royal Arcanum, Chapter. 19
TRUST is the most pleomorphic existence It can either build up to a mammoth, or crash down in a moment to flakes!
My thoughts are wild, they speak of flames and dire sins of flesh that burns often the walls of my brainYet I ought to survive so I think of thee.Copyright, Abdul Hakīm All rights reserved.
If the Seraph of heaven's king mired in every beauteous thing glowed on cheeks or lest sigh at the sight of my lovers eyethen mortals with blood and wine through the opens of their valve will efface by the count of nine when they she touch with her love.Come, sculptures from far and near feel this...
I may be lost and i may wonder off. But once my eyes get accustomed to working in dark, I shall make sure never to look at that dazzling light again.
I avoid your gaze In fear my honest eyes Will scream what My heart can't let go You will always be The hushed unspoken.
Passengers as we were; Ponderers as we were Exchanged a word a glimpse n our destination appeared to b one.Before long the temptations faded attractions vanished , destinations reached; n once again Passengers as we were; Ponderers as we were
All I've ever known wanted and seemed is never more alive then when I dream of my dreams.
“You’re in the realm of this universe as a human being...There’s another dimension besides your world, if only human eyes could see what’s hidden.” ~ Sylvia Elle ~Keefe R.D, Royal Arcanum, Chapter 9
“Everything takes a process…The truth is something everyone afraid to hear. Shouldn’t you be ready for that?”~ Sylvia Elle ~Keefe R.D, Royal Arcanum, Chapter 1
Alone? That's when my demons come home. That's the time my mind roams into thousands of dark places. That's when my heart cries for help, wanting to be heard but everyone seems deaf to my cries.
As i remind and wake up slowly, the first times, short glimpsesFreed from thought for mind an unimaginable statePeaceful, grateful for beingLiberated from all could‘s and would‘s but only presenceDeep and silent without an endBe on this Journey an infinite gift
I want a reader who reads me... With Open heart slowly turning each page unafraid of how he’s bound unashamed to read every line from start to finish before we begin to write the new stories in the chapter of our life
I still bleed memories of the person I once was.
Broken from inside,He turned weak & fragile, Fed up from begging in every prayer. He sat for a while & carved out a smile, As if someone would ever Care.
I want to kiss you, wanna find bliss in you want to hold you close I know you smell like a rose Your thoughts give me Goosebumps Your touch makes me jump My lips on your lips Will going to feel like a beautiful eclipse
Day by day I’m Putting each pieces Of my heart into words In which you’re still alive Although you’re so far And left me for no reason Here I’m still waiting for you With a hope That one day you will come back And accept me once again With the same love We had before
You claim to love the sky Yet you despise what the mirror shows And darling that's how I know that the life you live is a lie Or maybe in the shadows of false perfection you forget That looking at the sky is just a self portrait
I love her, secretly In the privacy of my own thoughts
I was squeezing my vocabulary to pen a poem 'bout her. After a very long time my mind said, "Just go grab a canvas mate!"
Some are busy to look happy while some are busy being really happy!