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And one day if I don’t feel alright

And one day if I don’t feel alright, And we had a big fight, Would you still care? Would you stand near? Near to me, ready to hug? Brush away all bad thought? Embrace me with all the flaws, Put you actions above your clause? Would let me fly beyond my own thought? Would you water our flowers even if we face drought? Would you be the rhyming for the poem I write? Would you hold my hand in each of my fight? When the dusk fills our world with dark Will you just leave me with your fingermark? This heart is scared to give you all my love Would you still be there if the time gets rough? Would your arm still proffer that warmth? The warmth, I feel now when everything is right But would you still be there, if I don’t feel alright? And if we had a big fight?

Me and The Sky

Like a sky I am, the cloud is my heart just floating all over searching for a place place that will hold me with a warmth I crave not letting me fall again drop by drop into the dirt like those cold hearts did with their cold hollow touch broke down my heart with their merciless clutch Someday I paint rainbow all the colours I adore delightful is everything what a gorgeous dawn, dawn carrying ray of hope promising me a march march to the river of love march to the bliss march to the ecstasies march me to reminisce reminisce the beauty of life recapture all my stars forgetting all the failures forgetting all the scars and someday it’s all black my heart ready to burst burst into the tears burst with all the fears fears I carry all along deep-seated in my heart these demons they come out of leash that once I conquered, I assassinated them I thought, but here they are alive alive and more vigorous now, tell me where I hide they took all my armory ...

Empty Paper and Finished Ink

  With a pen and a paper, I sat down, to write about myself, but somehow, the paper was empty, just like my heart but the pen? there was no ink left, and I realized nothing could explain me better, better than this an empty paper, with finished ink