Perturbed
Originally posted on Bottled Metaphors:
I can never find poems in the nightWhen you slept with windows closed,Slurry wind taps to open the wordsYou filled with honey and mist,Smiling for the repressed sorrowsWhich…
I want to fall in love again…
I want to fall in love again…. The deepest midnight wishes we have. Wishes for the first star seen above in the early dust of the night, wishes shared for the moon and… Continue reading
The white Cliffs of Dover
The White Cliffs of Dover— My father left my world in January 2020. A WW2 veterans, he stood with his brothers. He went willingly to war and he knew the cost, could be.… Continue reading
Wildest dreams…
Wildest dreams… Time had passed, old wounds are healed. The sorrow, I don’t bleed no-more.Now the time, to be brave, to learn to live again. Find my wildest dreams again. I reached my… Continue reading
‘Nostalgia,
Originally posted on JJ-stache:
What could have been has not be seen, for there are ages in between. With scenery and misty skies I walk down the valley of green. Here I surrender…
She wore flowers in her hair…
She wore flowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote PoetryThank you for reading She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life,I decide… Continue reading
कुछ पुराना / Something Old
Originally posted on Kaushal Kishore:
नई बात नए अंदाज मेंकहीं हम खोते चले गएएहसास ही नही हो पायाकब कहां से यहां आ गए चलो कुछ पुराना करते हैंफिर खुशियों को बिखेरते हैंरिश्तों पर…
The crimson light– Poem 27 for April.
The crimson light… Me and the barren sea, we need little and we love the silence. Damn life had left me bitter and deep in disappointment. Love didn’t break my heart, life did.… Continue reading
The old man blues
The old man blues… A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive.Once a misty eyes beauty told… Continue reading
The dance of emotion…
The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is fair. We must give to receive. The Dance of Emotion. A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me.Her skimpy negligee showing silky… Continue reading