"The Poetry is another way to Life"

Poem Title: The Winter's Moon My wounds were parched and it was late winter, When the belief in me like the clouds went fainter, It wasn’t the freezing cold anymore, It was just hurt wounds and little sore. The clouds were clear, but there was no moon, I waited whole winter that it will come soon. The wounds were not on the skin it were on the soul,  It wanted the moon that hid behind the knoll. Like every alone wolf; I cried so much, For the love “Moon”, I will never ever touch. A poet will never be satisfied with love unless somebody loves the way he love the moon. Every writer or poet have a very poignant bond with the  moon when it comes to write about it. The moon is far away yet affects deeply. It might reminds the beauty that to be embraced just by never touching it. The moon has its own seasonal moods and winter's moon is just more than a subject to write on it. The alone and dull lonely moon covered by the dusty white clouds with a little twilight...

Poem: The cursed Book I was an old book among the thousand in her shelf, I was taken out and torn by herself. I was hurt, I was bleed, I was that open book she never need. I had kept the petals for her between the pages, They faded and died, they were alone for the ages. Every page I wrinkled had a story to tell, The book is torn, those pages still yell. With the time, the words will fade, Emotion will be there with darker shade. I will be burned; the pages will turn grey, This won’t be the end of book; the ashes will have a lot to say.

Poem: The moon full of scars It was the breezy eve, where the sun gone pale, The billowing wind around told me the tale. The dark tress and yellowish sky were insane, Like the sun set down in the grief and pain. Soon the stars twinkled and cuddled the sky, The moon was shy and I don’t know why. We met in the dark forest of my dreams, We let our silence to cry and scream. We lay free on the grass and counted the stars, I looked at you and you looked at the moon full of scars. Your gentle touches and whispered talks, Your prod nudges and our silent long walks. I never wanted that night to end, Just needed some serenity to spend. The dark clouds covered the stars and sky lane, The moon cried for his love and we called it a rain. It was the last moment together we shared, Thereafter almighty failed to make us paired. Wherever you are lay down on the grass and throw a kiss, I will fall like a star to fulfill your wish. With you by my side, I...