"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: I'm afraid of light The Ever glow you gave made me blight, I searched for the dark, I’m afraid of light. Your shine caged me down in the walls of shadow, Like the dew drops fall off the grass in the meadow. I waited for the dawn to climb up the wall, My tenacity for you every time made me fall. Everything I saw was the paradoxical lane, Travelling on it was only panacea for the pain. I climbed the wall like heave in sight, Again everything I saw the ever glow of your light. You was in bliss, ignorance was raged, And I fell down and again I was caged, Check out "Milk and Honey" The Poetry book among the top 15 of all time.  Click Here

Short Poem: Life is a rhyme My Life was a rhyme with a melodious chime, It all passed like a sand of time. It’s all about that day, when rain showered the tears, I was faltered, when it languished my fears. There was a hope, twilight was mine, But it was the fault of time that clouds covered the shine. I buried myself into the dark coffin of fate, I couldn’t survive because hoping was a long wait. We are all on a journey on the path called "Life" where the only destination is a "Death". The time flies like the sand slips out of the hand and when we look back, we realize we have come a long way bearing all those pain.             Isn't it funny, How day by day nothing changes? But when we look back, Everything is different. We have forged us in the journey where the pain no more hurts, where the fears no more bother. We have always hoped for something and many time we have failed at it. No worries f...