there’s a secret garden, Somewhere in the depth Of concrete and rubbles. And everyday I’d run to it. Find that beautiful flower, That’d put me to sleep. And in the…
Tag: Poetry
Maybe the lines Dropped slowly. And words leave Forming gaps only. There were Raw cuts. And rough edges Spikes and a fire. Burnt out
If there’s one thing, That I should understand. Life is a multitude, Of rain and rainbows. It isn’t monochromatic, Neither definitively demarcated. There’s in betweens, And overlaps and complications. With…
Winds blew north, Bringing huge waves, Of oversights and falls. Nights like these, Sailors have to be patient, Awaiting storms to subside. It might be shipwreck, Or we might survive.…
I like the way the sky lit up. Glowing yellow rays of sunlight, With patches of white clouds. Telling tales of the future and past. I like the way the…
When words haunt me Of the past, that threatened To come back. I whispered a silent prayer: What’s past is past, Come what may, the future. ~S.H.~