To Myself In Quaint Valleys

To myself these days , . .”In between the glory of the high held goals and the plains of basic necessities , there is a quaint little town with floating stars and smiling angels . Meet me there , beyond the questions and the many answers , beyond the years and the milestones , beyond…

The Quiet Of Indecision & Failure

Have you been quiet? The kind of quiet after a storm , Where you walk through your ransacked home , Searching through the debris of broken dreams and a pile of failures, Where you search for the pieces to build up a roof again over your head , Have you been quiet at nights? In…

Of Cropped Hair And Fierry Love

You have a thing for my neck , I have it for the short cropped hair . I have a thing for how there are no long tresses , To hide my vulnerabilities to you , To cover up the point on my ear, Where your lips sent chills down my spine, How everything lies…

The Silence Before The Storm

Are we the only ones anxious here , Moaning the loss of a battle not even fought , Or celebrating the winning of a war yet to take place . Are we the only ones fearing here , Of a failure that may just never take place , Of a victory that sometimes seems just…