Poetry

A Secret Life

And we were bound to a secret life.
We kissed behind closed doors.
Stayed up the nights telling each other metaphors and rhymes.
Telling each other stories of the innocent children we once were.

And we were bound to a secret life.
Where we stripped off our clothes and let them fall on the porcelain floor.
Our hearts craved the passion and lust.
Our skin was dying to be caressed and touched and our bodies were dying to collide and become one.

And so we hid and created the life we built inside our twisted minds.
We were bound to a secret life.
It felt like heaven and paradise.
It felt right and nice.

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Poetry

Unaware

He is fire and rhythm;
The siren’s call leading men to a battle.
He is danger and adventure;
Wildfire and quiet rain.
He is the potency of passion caged in a bottle;
Most of all, he is unaware of his own power.

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His Eyes

The teardrops run down, and fall off his nose;
He cries in dark corners, where nobody goes.

You can follow the tracks, from his eyes to his chin;
Years upon years, of letting them win.

His eyes tell a story, of anger and pain;
You think that he’s happy, but just look again.

The scars of his past, hidden under his clothes;
Are a roadmap to places, that nobody knows.

His smile is now painted, he’s a master of disguise;
And you can see it all, just look into his eyes.

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The Moon Sank

As the moon sat in the middle of your eyes;
It started to glow as if it found home after suffering the universes’ lies.

I found myself stranded in the middle of the Sun’s heat;
With burns of distance, I was completely wounded.

So the moon started to watch over for me;
For our souls to be one, it started to breathe for me.

Soon your gaze everted, the moonlight was fading away;
The moon was left deserted, as it gave my life, your light and its remaining days away.

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The Uninvited Guest

Whether you’re ignorant or wise, I’ll come to you;
Like a storm on a sunny day, and stay with you for the rest of your life.

I’ll feed on circumstances, ignoring the intentions of your heart;
And slowly mix darkness, into your present and past.

You’d watch helplessly, your painting turn into a dull canvas;
The one which you started fresh, on a white colored glass.

You may write words of hope and try to open new doors;
But your book shall become like wet sand close to the sea shore.

I’d shine like the beam of light and make your vision blur;
Everytime you choose to drive your way back towards home.

You may wish to ignore me, but I’m real;
My name is Regret, who stayed all along in your neighbourhood.

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