English poetry

Dear love What are you? The more I think I understand you, the more you surprise me with a face I have never seen before. Are you the wave of sadness that takes over a child when he loses his favorite toy, or are you the tears of the mother who aches for the sight of her dead son? Are you the silence of the father who hugs his son to war or the cries of the 30-year-old woman who just lost her husband to cancer? Perhaps you are the late-night thoughts of a teenage boy who dreams of being noticed by this one fellow human or the diffidence of a girl to face this one boy at school who she thinks is the smartest guy in the universe. You might even be the desire of the young student who bunks his school to play cricket or the torment of his teacher who tells him not to. Sometimes, it all feels like an illusion, something that we hold on to just because of our instinctive need to be with someone, but then my heart pounds against my chest, almost breaking my ribs, reminding me of a peace it h...

I remember that first night we stayed up past 3 am and all we did is talk i remember  thinking that i could listen to you talk forever and how i've never felt that way about anyone before i remember  that night  at 3 am that was the momemt  i fell in love

 Will You (Continued...) We laughed again and talked a lot I thought we made a difference We promised for shared future shots Over the cries of vengeance We promised to see the world along We promised to get drunk at our bar We promised not to let one alone We promised to stay same despite how far Then the day of 15th july The day of grief and darkness I tried to stay all polite Failing to conquer the void or part I wanted to tell you everything A story that would bring you pain I cannot tell you no matter what The trust in your own will fade You always deserve to be happy Maybe i was an unknown thorn Am glad you threw one thron away Yet the thorn loves you in a way his own You told me to keep a diary I did and started writing The words were hard to swallow Every syllable a tale of fighting I hoped the day after that To get killed or die ASAP Although broke a bone or two You never asked… ugh! My bad I do have reasons to hate me A cut for every look in the mirror A river of tears be...

   Will You? I latched on to a broken twig To hold myself from falling      When i was pushed by a lovely fig Dreams with whom compelling                                                                                      I knew it from the first day though No matter what am not her type Not caring the heart starts jumping slow Regardless of the brains hype We met someday, a heavenly place She recognized, i felt am high I asked bout her life n friends She roasted everyone on sight The apocalypse passed in silence We never met nor shared a word Your thoughts flew without licence Like some pretty little bird Then day thee came, Finally We met again me overjoyed I spent the day looking at you From a blindspot of y...

"Deities" Our God is greater than your one my religion is right your's is just a fiction Look! they are fighting disclaiming that you hate wars homicides think killing is what makes way to seventh heaven Hands filled with gore; they shout "we are the entrepreneurs of heaven" Orisons are meaningless if your prayer contain curse for others I wish we were told to be kind instead of religious I wish we were taught to follow humanity, not a religion I wish we were directed to fetch food to hungry bellies rather than taking fasts I wish we were ordered not to break hearts instead of restricting shrine shatters Perhaps, no deity told us to do what we are doing now praying for heaven making others life worse than hell Writer: UNKNOWN

                      The Secret Heart Across the years he could recall His father one way best of all. In the stillest hour of the night The boy awakened to a light. Half in dreams, he saw his sire With his great hands full of fire. The man has struck a match to see If his son slept peacefully. But when he touched the sleepyhead His match fire left his finger red