Poems...

It all started with

thinking of you

making me feeling good.

Now,

whenever I feel good

I think of you,

It is so beautiful

like the orange fireball

over the trees

in the western horizon,

but

it hurts.

Feeling good and

getting hurt

all these are

too strong for me,

dear

And, I don't know

if I am to be be happy

that

I met you,

Or be sad.

Whatever is the pain,

knowing you

make me feel full,

Full of sadness

and

full of happiness.

So Powerful

And

Massive

Is the hate

that crept

Into her heart

To rid of…?

Indeed,

there is a way

Blowing it

into pieces

Along with

the body

that hosted it

And, of those

Who

Unwittingly

Sowed it ​

Got to stretch those

Wings of mine

Nurtured and preened

In the absence of your mind

Love to take you

On the Spree of delight

Had you been

In my lessons of flight

Fear of death

Felt not

Saved by numbness

Yet driven by fear itself

The lonely boar

In his flawless youth

Entered my garden

Seeking a human

Alas,

What's that Slim line?

Smeared red

Blood red

Necklace?

Oh...

GOD's fine work

Nej.

His Agent's

His soul

Blessed to see

Wealth in kilos

To feed upon the

Seekers of food

Roaming the

Moonless night

On Nimble Feet

In Fear of

The loved sons

Of the Protector Himself​