Tonight, I shall stay awake to preserve you, secure you. Won't let u vanish, fade at the inception of dawn. My thoughts, my ideas; you are too precious, too dear. The thunder seems to be loud tonight, yet you roar louder, peacefully inside. The storm is furious, notoriously venal yet you are an irenic revolution. Flashing …
[Poetry] Dusty Old Books
My dear dusty old books, I know, we haven't been talking for a while. I know, you have been thinking about me for a while. But you know it, this sorrow of separation is mutual, Unending and immutable. My dear dusty old books, I know, You have new tales to tell, about life; about past, …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 11] “An Artist”
Intriguing it is, to look at a man lost in the depths of his thoughts; detached from the cacophony of physicality. finding his way through alleys of imagination; where getting lost is voluntary. freedom in the truest sense; laissez-faire of the mind. Wonder what he is thinking? the joy of a blooming tulip garden, or …