A simple and humble being who's sensitive and creative as well as passionate about reading, writing, poetry and painting.
My poems are usually metaphorical and have great depths. I write what I feel - and I feel from my heart - and what I see - I use my heart eye more. more »
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Eesha Syed Poems
You touched my heart lka butterfly touches rose and it bloomed lka blosom in pink breeze! When the moonlight painted my room a silver frost you left me lka Sun leaving at the peak of shine......................
Lake Of Angels
I'm walking slowy slowy taking soft steps of hope... Hope of observing another beauty... Beauty of the natural beauty...
Ink In The Fountain
See the sea again..... sea so deep again.....
Foremost Moments Of May
Cool water on the shore ice crystals shining smiles bliss mixing in strawberry spring is on a new fold!
Soulfully Sweet Birthday Wishes
And then it rained again Felicity's weight gained again The huge glass bottle exploded Bliss and joys got overloaded
Hang Ya Worries!
Hey O friend! O mine! Why depress when ya can shine? Go creative and things turn fine!
A Hundred Word Poem
That day possessed sweet melodies When you and me reconnected You may have forgotten it It might mean zero to you
One two zero zero one one two zero unknown to everyone, what hidden inside the sight of every black or white, can be one zero zero straight direction-right
Beauty In The Moment
Half light half night, or say not so bright!
Beats In Rhythm
My heartbeats beat parallel to the beat Thoughts of you begin to dance on neat My eyes close;
Eye Love You!
Deep eyes deep and pure I've them, yes am sure Not cold as ice
My Love O Winter!
Stars tonight are shinning bright and spreading the foamy fumes of chill
She's beauty with a beauty-filled heart she's motivation won't let you
Smell Of Summer
Ripe yellow mangoes chilled cups of ice cream glass mugs of iced tea
You touched my heart lka butterfly touches rose
and it bloomed lka blosom in pink breeze!
When the moonlight painted my room a silver frost
you left me lka Sun leaving at the peak of shine......................
The almost fresh pages of past are the witness
I let you tip-toe from my life lka short season;