Girl. Part One

I saw her for the first time in the WA-WI section of the local library. I noticed her immediately because of her awkward posture.

I Believe

A bitter, cynical man gives his opinion... obliquely, at least.

child born of woman - or - woman of fire

stirring echoes, generations gone by, feel my touch and stifle my cry, in slumberland i live til my yearning amounts, to you counting spoonfuls of milk to 6 ounce,

you know inside - or - unscrew yourself

it didnt on me, until i found the key, the answer is quite sweet, if you will listen and take a seat, for to find who you are, simply unscrew the jar, metaphorically talking i am,

who knows? - or - knows who?

From a boy who grew to a man who could, Never express love as he should, To explain his fears and tell of his doubts, Though in his mind his thought were like shouts,

The Great unfinished Poem of self discovery.

The Great unfinished Poem of self discovery. I am . . . the source of the love that nourishes me. The source of, my own Spring.

Switch it off now

Struggle that causes brain drain, unrecognized talents in India

Dreams of Snow

This was the first poem I wrote yesterday. I was kinda missing a friend... well, ex-friend. Or something. Long story.

Summer's Gone

Yesterday had a very chilly feel to it where I am, and so I wrote this. It's kinda funny, because we rarely get snow, and never serious snow, but I wrote it anyways. Silly me!

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