Friday, August 23, 2013


The rain seems to have lost its charm,
When I am not in your arms;
The sea has lost its tides,
Never inspired me more than your strides.

What should I write in my page of life?
My fantasies are baked with love and hope;
I may loiter and get back to the ride,
But never in that road.

Sometimes pains outperforms the tears in your eyes,
But yours – all lies;
Sometimes hunger is an act of the heart,
Colorful bubbles of life but dies.

I triumphed many an act of life,
Lost in the final fight!
My remorse often challenges my might,
Never reclaimed my light!

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