Poetry Nook

I am not perfect, I will never be But I am just my own self There is no one, quite like me I have freckles and brownish hair I have never been too pretty nor too fair Yet all I know in heart is this My weathered heart seldom selfish All my life, I hid my scars To please the…

Often the sunshine you seek, Is made up of broken places… Broken places that let the sun in… And you play in the sunshine, Believing it to be your own…From the corners of a closed window, From the creeks of a locked door, Sun creeps in…

Sometimes, my words get all muffled up So this time, I leave a book at your door I have earmarked the pages I have fallen in love with The words that have Mingled with my soul The sentences that pause Just when you want them to And I hope you read it On a drenched rainy…

Losing touch With sanity Scribbling with my nails On walls, closed windows Gasping for breath The air around, stale Knocking on my own door Its locked, a bird screams I am cobwebbed Between blue oceans Never thought I would be your burden Yet folded up in a wheelchair I sit…

For, I have traveled Far and wide With strangers and friends By my side One thing I have found is this Home is where the heart isNeither the mountains Nor the streams Or the darkness And moonlight None makes me wake warm and bright As the mellow from my own windows…

I had kept a jar full of hope and faith For the day When you would stop by And we would begin, where we had left Our late night conversationsI kept your favourite cup of tea, brewing And a few books we liked to discuss, bookmarked The evening light, dimmed just the…

What makes you beautiful? Is it the colour, clothes that you wear Or the make up That you put?Is it the sweat That makes you glow After a hard day’s work Or is it the smile That hides all pain withinIs it the anger That sometimes comes in sudden…

Hushed voices of sanity And loud roars of anger I always find that The ones who have something good to say Are sometimes scared that their voices would be lost In the melee So they speak in whispers While those voices That can wreak havoc are always loudSometimes I…

Cluttered workspace And mind Junk mail overflow Do not have Time to slow I try and ring back order But it escapes just like that My heart hanging on Insanity’s borderI shout and scream Breeze plays with my hair I have been here too long Trying to control But…