Its my voice. Its my feelings. I dont care for any rules,any hypocrisy,any hidden criterion for existence.I live because I choose to live.I am who I am and dont want to be any other.I create my own terms and norms. i I am what I believe myself to be. Simple life and flowing laughter is my speciality. I have a plain heart and simplicity is my definition. Poetry is not my life. My life is poetry.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
THE FADING TWILIGHT
Nothing comes out of nothing.
Only fake dreams and wax that melts.
Clouds of conjured mirth
Evaporates and leave behind
A dry sigh.
I reach out all around me
With arms spread like wings
For vibes that send through
The hot skin,
The cheer of a mermaid’s song.
And nothing do I feel
But emptiness in the stale air,
It was but a dream wasted.
A broken dry branch
Mistook for an olive laurel.
Bubbles float in festive air
Yet bursts so helplessly
As we reach out for a touch
With simple, simple joy.
I stand alone in a dark room
As blackness haunts the night
Dry wind whirls within
And blows out my candle light.
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