There comes a time Every now and then The sole things I lovedSeparate from my den The leaves that were the juice of my life The green, the yellow and orange and…
Leave a CommentTag: poetry
If one day,Somebody turns the switch,And time starts moving backward,How would the world be? Zombies would be the start to life,and you shall be buried inside your mother’s womb,Your carefree…
Leave a CommentMy future-mathematician friend was having trouble understanding the difference between poetry and prose. I couldn’t stop thinking till I had an answer. Poem to a poet is like your…
Leave a CommentI don’t feel cold because the poetry is warm, and transparent as my pen could be… For being simple, honest, truthful and right, do I write my poetry. I don’t…
Leave a Comment