Will you let me?

Let me cry, let me bleed,let my lie on the braided weed.Let me fall, let me die,you don’t have to say good-bye.Let me love, let me laugh,let me shine, let me burn,let me leave this world. Let me tell you, let me listen,let me talk, let me breathe. Let me smile, let me feel,Tell me

Silent Promises

You don’t need words to describe what you see,you don’t need someone to tell you what you need to be. You don’t need songs to make you dance,you don’t need to judge someone with just one glance. You don’t need to cry to receive some wheat,you don’t need someone to tell you honey is sweet.

.Little visions.

Visions small, confined by my four white walls, my vision is smallbut I hope to see it all. Homeless people by the streets,all they are asking is for some shelter and wheat. Dying people asking for hospital beds,and a “No!” tears their family to shreds. Many times, I used to walk by,feeling life was such

Home Again

I woke to the rustling of the leaves,As they hug the bark,Tighter each day.I woke to the cooing of the birds,As the perch elegantly,With no fear.I woke to the woodpecker,Busy with its pecking,A new home.I jump up from bed,The sounds this time different,Not the sweet birds or leaves,But big machines.And in one quick move,The homes

My colours

In the sky,we wish to see rainbows bring colour to our lives,But why wait till that rainbow comes,for the moment the sun too wishes to meet the rain,but here we stand making our own rainbows,in our own skies,skies with only bright shining stars,where even the darkness of the night,causes a glow on our face,you are

Magic..O_O

It’s in the air,at least that’s what I am told.It’s everywhere,that’s what they say I should believe.It’s inside you,that’s what I can’t. -:D When we see things that make us feel good or delighted, we see it as something remarkable, or magical! when we see something that makes us feel sad, or angry, or even

Blues

Imagine you are sailing across an ocean, to the rhythm of the waves, just enjoying the pleasant breeze. Suddenly, a storm breaks out and you panic and aren’t able to think, and you are scared. The loud thunder sends shivers down your back and the lightening blinds you. You aren’t able to pause, focus on

SUPER-POWERS

Writing is more like talking to an imaginary friend, a friend who you can do anything to with no revenge back in play. You can say the worst of things, and you’d be heard with no judgement, that’s the power of writing. The power to erase and recreate. “paper has more patience than people” –