Sunday, February 01, 2009


Are you sleepless tonight?
See the firleflies light
In the city smoke bright
The only stars of the night

Can you hear my voice
Over the hostel boys,
Over your brain's noise?
Can you feel my sorrows and joys?

Let's take a quiet walk
Our faraway hearts talk
Our lips lock
Till sleep on your door knocks

As settles the morning dew
Tonight, I am awake too
Me heart clings onto
All the wonder I found in you

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when language like bubbling streams flow

when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands

when you feel the essence of the poet from within

when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm

when images reel as you read

when pen and paper create a symphony

then, it is poetry