The world is too much with us little we see that we are not strangers our social class may be different and our belief quite contradicting but fascinating enough we share the same sky The world is too much with us Little we know we can live without bridging the divide and avoiding social conflictContinue reading “The World Is Too Much With Us”
Category Archives: Poem
Be You
Be like a flower always guarded, fed and admired but harnessed in a pot of dirt
Yearning
I’m not sorry for my heart
Hollow
What to make of life? nothing seems meaningful the very definition of panic Engulf in the phantom of pain some sort of pain for the scarcity of pain The ones to leave had left the dead are dead the living aren’t better off living What to make of life? when pain is the comfort manContinue reading “Hollow”
Time
Time is one fair thing in the world Irrespective of our social status or race We all live on time There is always a time for us at, some certain point in life There is always a time for us to live And! There is always a time for us to die Time is fair,Continue reading “Time”
Haiku On ‘Identity’?
Who are you? Really? Who are you are in others eyes? Would you see yourself?
The Mean Collector
Listen ye mortal B’loved children of the earth Fragile creatures of the soil Soon ye shall return to the soil Where thee belongeth I’m thy doom Majestically waiting in thy room Ready to take thy precious life away Tis moment shalt be thy last day With outstretched hand I shall beckon on you Without hestitationContinue reading “The Mean Collector”
Set Me Free
Are you out there? I wish you could hear My call from here If you can, please Set me free For ages I’ve been trapped In the darkest dungeon of loneliness All effort to escape were fruitless I can’t leave on My own will I’m weary of feeling lonely I’ve waited for so long IContinue reading “Set Me Free”
In Her
In her eyes I found myself In her heart I seek comfort In her words I found pleasure In her soul I found the me I never knew existed
Love and Religion
A crown on her head she wore Emblem of the religion she bore Sadly, I’m unaware I’d fallen for her snare Like all the cursed tales of love Pain is never far-off Can I bridge the divide Or would regret be the companion by my side
The Pen Creative World 