The moon The moon is what we share The moon sees both of us Without saying a word It must be hard The moon The moon saw me awake When I was supposed to be asleep The moon saw my eyes too open When I needed them shut The moon The moon is witnessing Every…

It started as a talk Just before dawn I went on and on Like the chatterbox I was Till the clock struck four. How could you know It was all my fault? The bathroom door was unlocked A clear invitation for you to crawl in Break rules, you can never mold How do you know…

On a sun-drenched Greek island The sun is scorching  I’m so glad the hotel has air conditioning Almost everything is on show  No need for many clothes A light relief from the heat A dip in the pool or sea This is a real pleasure to me  Listening to the waves swaying too gallantly  Showing…

“Petrified” A word out of touch  “Petrified”  I am running out of time.  Emotions infused with glum  Feelings I can’t explain  Painted blue, Only with pain. Petrified  A voice disguised by disgust  I am not blind  Rather numb  Petrified  In a room full of roses  Knives in chamber  Nearer to my end  Waiting for a…

A thought came into my mind The beginning was fine Just like the future we thought of Living in the same house And working our dream jobs I said that I would be late getting back home But I didn’t think it would be this late That’s when I open the door I found you,…

We think we’ll be okay. As long as our bills are paid. More money, more money Will keep our skies sunny. Few see the fate we forge, The coming senseless scourge Sweeping through our world, Our blind greed unfurled. The price we all pay For the rich to pillage and play Is subtly sickening our…

Walking with jots in vain Secrets kept in dismay I swallow my pride and try not to drive myself astray I stayed in the corner Bit my tongue While my voice wilted My feelings heightened My life shrunken. I swallowed every smile Erased every vow And hid from every crowd Confused rugs for a lie…

Red, the color of rage, Of passion that would never cease. Red, the color of a nation Born of blood and tears, Where the cries of the forefathers rang Out across the Appalachian mountains Red spilled the ground Of voices wishing for a voice Red bloomed the flowers Promising a new freedom granted once more…

She was not the same girl she was a year ago, and she never would be again. It saddened her to know that something she loved so very much was now beyond reach. Yet all the past parts of who she had been had made her who she was today, knowing that in this life,…

I see you every day, you are not here but you live within me.  I am left cleaning a mess you left  but still a mess you never made. I still check your emails, answer your calls because I somehow want to believe  you never left.  I wanna feel like you are still here.  I…