But then love is now old

Love is old when it strikes me, Love is not the funny freaky kind, Neither messy, nor couture countless caressing carcass. It is more of always, it is like those old ones who stay together, live life free, bold together. They are blind or they bind? I never saw love creating jails. Love can makeContinue reading “But then love is now old”

I chose to love it that way one time

It is a continuation of narrative poetry. But, then love touched the poetry, the truest form and I would sway a little. But, then the winds will always touch him within the spirits of the white coat. When you love truly, You love alone and often freely. When you love truly, You see it clear,Continue reading “I chose to love it that way one time”

This night I dreamt of you

This is a narrative romantic poem Please leave your likes and comments on the attempt. The sleep came late, the faces of despair hung around long, kids on wheels, the white hairs flew amongst the blues and the greys. The sleep came late. My eyes were shut tight, sleep lady spread her wings over them.Continue reading “This night I dreamt of you”

It was you amongst a few

I lived somehow, medicines, pain, hopelessness, heartaches, of my own brought me down. Then, there was a rain, Slow, beautifully relaxing gain. Life never could mean how we live to earn or earn to live and churn. I sat in a corner trying in vain But, then the smell of earth the smell of rain,Continue reading “It was you amongst a few”

The power of oddities

You might be wondering What oddities rule the clamouring, What grows in the mind? What moves in the soul? What stirs the body? Impulses, conscience, goose bumps? But, is it all of it? Or all of none? Ruling, scaling, scalding, moulding millions by day and night’s beholding. Strange is human behaviour. Which responds to theContinue reading “The power of oddities”