Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
Popular Posts
-
You would stare at me With blue serene eyes That would instantly melt my soul Many a nights you would embrace me Under your soft...
-
Who else mama Would have fallen in love With a desperate hopeless boy Who else mama Would have provided real joyful toys To a brat used...
-
Where were you When their distress call became insistent Were you curled-up on your leather sofa Flipping channels from Al Jazee...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
it is completely true.
ReplyDeletelaw of attraction.
No. It is not true. But wait, let us see...I think you are not to blame.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is apt.
Thanks for your comments.
ReplyDeleteI personally think that its both true and not true. At the end of the day its either or both that are to blame.
good luck with your beautiful blog,
ReplyDeleteif you're interested in more poetry check out
http://turqoisemoon.blogspot.com/