Morning is falling on me with so many questions It feels like rain of fire.. Alas, how much can I blame the dreams? And also the one who wished for sweet dreams !
Category: English Poetry
English Poems
The Gray
Some things look different as you go closer.. Known yet unknown like the color gray.. Not allowed to sway, too much yet unclear in a way.. Life is not black n white as they all say.. Life swivels in gray.. I’m not afraid of darkness but brightness of the day The truth fades with each…
‘Anonymous’
The Blood finally found it’s way Suppressed underneath the skin Finally the sky’s clean.. When the ashes will settle down On the carved rocks of silent town The history shall lean.. Alas, the shadows got blurred Spitting fire.. the guns got purged Peace with a rosy sheen.. No.. you won’t ever know me whether was…
Song And Prayer
Every song fades Every journey ends I will walk till the last road ends My words might get weaker The clouds might get thicker I will sing till the darkness ends Can’t stop I’ve a promise to keep And the prayers before the eternal sleep I will write till ink of the time ends After…
The Café Cloud Nine..
Across the street is still standing On a lonely dessert’s mighty wings.. The Café Cloud Nine Covered in sand is waiting for someone .. Rusted jukebox went to sleep long ago Half broken lamp hanging in porch so low.. Sometimes I hear at night shivering of strings I wake up on my bed with some…
A Coward
I don’t want to be a hero I don’t want to follow, you I am a coward you see it’s too much to swallow I’ve got a life, too short to get scars on the body I am a coward you see and your path is too shady .. I’m living in a world where…
Red Moon
As the wind blew like a stranger I was betrayed by sleep Couldn’t keep my eyes closed The forest of thoughts was too dark too deep The night was lying on the trees dripping through branches quiet and dead It was a full moon that lost its way no signs on the meadow and the…
The King And The Window
And through those stony eyes He gazed out of the window In the month of May.. All he could see were dead vines and the snow.. King of his house.. The old man ruled his stick and a crooked chair.. Lit his wooden pipe.. birds had left the nest that stood in despair.. Memories clouded…
The Satan’s Bar
Everyone has to go that’s the game of destiny, Some can’t find the way out Some just go early That’s how the world works in ‘The Satan’s Bar’ I haven’t found the door to come out so far Game has no rules, play it only if you can take it .. Crown.. snatch it scratch…
What if..
What if he never comes back ? What if you never see him again ? What if you want to feel the tears ? And all you get is pouring rain.. Did you see the stars before you showered the night with that curse .. You told him to go away now he’s gone so…