a humble poet
Always you, it was always you, Why did it get so complicated My love for you was never dilapidated, And now I stand shunned from my own serenity,
By Shahid Ali3 years ago in Poets
You said my life is hay, Not worth a penny to pay! Oh, you’re right! I’m a mellow guy, and all i knew is to cry… You drew me to the thorny forest.
Listen to the sound from deep within Fasten your heart Guard with diligence the fragile weapon Tell your story and let it haunt you no more.
Sitting cross-legged. Wearing a huge grin. The dust of foregone memories eclipses your entirety. You have been told a million times in million different ways,
It was a blissful day, When a cute little angel came their way! They had been waiting, To hear the little heart beating!
Will I be your WhatsApp? Keep pinging me always, Like the non stop chatterbox in groups, Sending me selfies every hour, Statuses conveying secretive messages,
Anything can look like a poem and sound philosophical simply by moving the words on different lines. Am I doing it right?
There was a flower which once bloomed, Bloomed with full of love. The fragrance that it gave me, Was the only fragrance of its love.
It is not a story Neither a poem It's about what I feel And you refuse to accept, Oh yes! dear, you refused to accept.
The world is built on a pile of perceptions, as if it wants to provoke anxiety and fear in its residents. Someone once thought The Earth to be flat; would he have also thought about falling off from the edge of the world?
How do I love... one can count the ways... Like a Pearl in an Oyster; fathoms deep, Pure, lustrous, rare; for the bravest to reap,
I entered with no hopes to find a friend I saw you and my smile knew no end That one test and one cheated answer Set out a test against our connection against reality