All my love, lay on a canvas,like a piece of modern art.Visible to all, but you.Understood by few; but you.All my voices, lay on paper,like a fiction, unread by you.I exist as silent words,You, like a humming melody.Both together, a song.Let fate sing it aloud,perhaps melt the barriers,the strangeness in being strangers.You know it, I …
[Poetry] Maybe Joy
There's this inkling, baffling to ink. Faint, yet not kept unnoticed. like a touch that wipes my tears, like a tune that I tap my feet to, an amity that I cherish. I wonder, maybe joy; maybe just your mere presence.
[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-2] “What colour is love?”
Can you tell me, what colour are roses? O dear, it's green. green as grass, he replied. Love, does it have a colour too? It is Of a sort, a blank canvas of emotions, Unless painted with trust, he replied. Rainbow, she desired to see, See through trust of his eyes. But she …
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