Tag: Writing

  • I’m asking these …

    I say… Through writing you could exquisitely utter what you felt, feel right this time, right at this moment! Then by you’ll read those again, when you smile and amaze on how you play words, I guess you can say that you’re lil bit okay, wounds are about to heal! As I scanned my journal,…

  • Bombarding Love

    The flying ship Away from shore Landing on the air Crawling on the road Serine in silence  Critical heart Bombarding my chest Strike the shells Love reaches the ocean. ©Shira2012

  • Slow Commotion For A Dance

    You didn’t fall in my sun-dance But I did in your glance Stepping in the cliff Hanging in the wall Turning around Looking for a dance That could split between Slow commotion ©Shira2012

  • Poetic License, March 2012

    Poetic License, March 2012

  • Distinguish Difference

    I am in vain Hiding the pain Circumstance to have A moment to owe I am in vain Crying in pain Amplify herself Diminish to ought I am in vain Smiling through pain Distinguish difference Love disguise in a thought

  • Just so you know….

    I’m loving you more every time I pull myself away from you. I’m loving you more every time I’m hating you. One step away but five step back towards you. I know it’s not fair, oh! when did these all been fair? huh? I burn the paper where I wrote your name but the ashes…

  • The invaders of heart!

    You can’t choose who to love You can’t tell your heart to stop beating for someone You can’t slave your heart to forget We can’t master to be not emotional The truth is, you can’t switch it off They invade your world They conquer you and defeated by them Their charming personality You’re sick of…

  • Slow commotion

    You didn’t fall But I did in your glance Stepping in the cliff Hanging in the wall Holding a breath Take in – take out Blows down Turning around Looking for a dance  Split between Slow commotion Retrieve emotion Free Spirit Lift it up Going to win  The battle of vengeance!   

  • Coming within

    The blood that runs Pulp my head Disturb my heart   The water that showers Spin my head Soak my heart   The sunlight reflect Window’s open Shadow’s black   Soul is rapid Coming within The heart of pure Smiles at me

  • Corner of every edge…

    I’m sitting in the edge A cessation to glance A vivid momentous I’m standing in the chancy edge A blur to stare A gasp to take In every corner of every edge Counting a step to just slip away and fall.