Somewhere along the way I lost my path,
I belong somewhere; for sure I know
I miss those empty nights gazing at the moon with emptiness inside
I survive each day; but the voice inside me says, “but darling, you battle each day. You need to rest” – Yes, I miss those empty nights gazing at the moon with emptiness inside
To feel and do none itself is a blessing in disguise.
Bored i was while I had nothing to do when the power was off last night.
This is the only image i see in the dark so i could take a photograph.!
Now i understand why they say, ‘You are the only light at my darkest hour’.
Mundane Monday Challenge – #36
with the temperature that soar high,
comes the mango; king of fruits,
sipping buttermilk to chill,
sprinklers out in the sun &
water to quench the thirst
maketh one’s summer a bliss 🙂
Flowers in a pot
Flowers in a bouquet
Flowers in a garden
Flowers everywhere. You spread your essence to all that care.
You love it when a child holds you in her hands
You painfully bear when a girl is unsure of her lover’s love for her, she plucks off your loving petals to decide his love in the end only to make you look all bare
Still there are girls who love you as their hair accessory because you add beauty to the beautiful
Bees, birds drink your honey love
Flower flower everywhere, you spread your essence to all that care.
They say, the eyes see everything.
But i say, there’s more to what the human eye see.
Just thought to get my hand on doodling.
There was a time i doodled, colored & in fact lived a very good happy life.
Now that i’m all grown, i see no pleasure in living life with electronics sitting behind screens and tapping on keyboards & keypads.
The simple meaning & value in life is all in the eyes of one who know how to use it well.
There’s more to the colors than to the black & white text on the screen.
Like i said, just a thought to get my hand on doodling.
I see u glow in the dark of the night but,
Not in the day of the light….
Is it that u so shy of what one might say of your mighty bright?
Nobody seem to care,
So why do u have to bare?
You are a lamp. Not a ramp
where one could simply walk away overlooking u..
Colours adorn u over,
Makes one wonder if u are any colder,
Little do they know it’s your flame burn that gets u bolder..
Wait.., there’s something about u only darkness could sight,
U are perfect made for the night..!
PS: This is my first attempt on a poem 🙂