Hello End

It hissed near my pillow

Then kissed my feet

Fake comfort is a tool

To make things discreet

It held my hand swiftly

A flashback of the life

Of things missed and trophies

Then came a tight and warm hug

Death is comforting me.

Inspiration From Within

How can you quantify my situation

When you haven’t seen my evenings of devotion

You cannot get inside my mind

When it’s immune even to the divine

You cannot see me touch the zenith

When you haven’t been the reason beneath.

 

A Writing On Writing

As the paper flies out of the ash

The matchstick is still breathing

The fire burns words after words

The violence doesn’t need swords

Last letter takes one last breathe

And then the smile slowly recedes

Writing is the fire within my mind

Every word needs an intense grind

The cherished diamond then shines

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The Window

On a silent lazy Saturday evening

As the sun was leaving from work

Night shift stars were getting ready

And I looked out of the dark window

An iron bench was there in the park

Her head resting on his shoulders

The cold evening was getting hotter

Passion was getting into it’s groove

Beyond the rules of right and wrong

Two souls seeing the reddened skies

And I pulled down the curtains then

This window always gives me stories

Because this window is of memories…

The Paradigm of Cure

Rains led to a short poem

Some pages became moist

Drops were felt by the heart

His heart watched in disdain

Because the cure was the pain