The Writer of Unfinished Poems

I’m a writer
or a so-called one
I write poems,
my unfinished dreams.
Start with a blink,
flow like a rill,
sally through the rocks,
die before it reaches his love....

When life teaches the rhythm of love
everyone around enjoying the music
I’m all alone in the crowd,
words falling through my fingertips.
Heart of a lost sailor,
alone in the ocean
searching for the special star
to lead his way back home.

Walking through this undesired world
searching deep in my heart
to find a reason to live,
to start from where I left.
Somewhere in my life,
when the tide wipe my tears
sitting in my armchair,
writing my dreams again...






Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Break Up Lines

You called me yesterday to basically say That you care for me but that you are, Just not in love, at least not with me. Immediately I pretended to be feeling the Same way, and I led you to believe that I was OK. To just walk away from the one thing that's very sacred to me. well, I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant about it, and I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without you. Underneath the disguise of the smile that I wear I am gradually dying inside. Friends ask me how I feel And I lie convincingly because I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering. So I wear disguise until I go home and turn off my light and then I break down and cry. So what do you do when somebody, you're devoted to suddenly just stops loving you and it seems they haven't got a clue of the pain that rejection is putting me through. Do you say "I will survive?" or do you lash out and say "How dare you leave me this way?"
Read more

My First Blog

Today I created my first blog. Reader turns writer, it's a big step for me. I have been thinking about this for a while; better late than never. Writing stuff on the internet is fun. You can write anything and everything. More importantly, it's a useful tool when you want to say something to the world. Remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Okay, about the name, the verily thinker, am regretting it already. It means a person who thinks truly, and I promise I'll give it my best shot, but you have been warned. Let's start...
Read more

A Valentine’s Day Shrive

Image
     There she is, sitting on the stairs talking to her friends. There were enough beautiful hot girls in my college that it took me 18 months to really notice her. She is not that charming but definitely a beautiful and kind person, who always wears a smile on her face. She probably even smiles when she is sleeping, and there will be no one in this whole world who doesn’t like her. She is a free bird flying in the endless blue sky without the fear of being hunted. So, after those 18 months when I started to notice her, when I started to enjoy being with her, and when we started to share even the smallest things in our life; she made a serious impact in my loveless black heart. I, without knowing, started to love her.      So here I am, a little far away from where I can see her. so I can wait till all her friends say goodbye, till she is all alone again. Meanwhile, I decided to spend my time worthy. So I recollected my last night preparations like that dump student who, just bef
Read more