Oh my healer please come backI need you for laughing and so for cryingA thousand Stitches cannot seal the bleeding woundsEven a simple touch of yours will heal my carrion
Category Archives: POETRY
DYSTOPIA
Future of the Dystopian Present
WAR
Honestly I never got a chance to look backOr I really felt not to have a sight into my lifeCause I got my friends bunch of them; doingThose things for me analysing my journey;Up to this point and the reaching the same conclusion That whatever happened in my life was for goodThat it was takenContinueContinue reading “WAR”
WISH
ELEMENTS Let him consume meAnd let him destroy meFor i am just a boat in the stream of chaosSo shall be driven by who hold the wheel of tranquility Let him reduce me without any sighTo Back the way i was existedFor atom can’t be seen and destroyIt has to live in in the eternityContinueContinue reading “WISH”
MATURE LOVE
She asked to him, “What is a mature love, my beloved?” He replied calmly; He built layers of the vallus around him and she split it brick by brick but neither he exasperated of nor she debilitated yet both not completely united
HE
He wrapped tiny fist around His one giant wrinkled finger What might he thinking looking at No wonder, if it was support……. Crawling on knees too cute to handle Hall like adventure in battlefield to the tiny soldier brother in arm on his giant knee too, there No wonder, if it was support……. He babbledContinueContinue reading “HE”
UNFORTUNATE LOVE STORY
welcome…….see through the glass Before going a step further, I have to admit that this is going to be one of the shortest stories of my carrier and the inspiration source is from around me, you and every single head, whether it is above the ground or buried under it. This story is kind ofContinueContinue reading “UNFORTUNATE LOVE STORY”
SHE IS WHO ?
THAT is the QUESTION She is still there, always beenUnspoken of, still strong, been heardSometimes affirmative often negativeShe might be anything, you pretendEither black or white, Calm or violent Grown like mature, may be stubborn like child She watched me, Yet still there, frozenMany times i kneeled before herBut pretends same like me, a hardcore. WhatContinueContinue reading “SHE IS WHO ?”
I SCRIBBLER: Matrix of the Words 