Poems are writ in heart without words- - we try to express them in words through poetry- -But can we ever really find the right words for the poetry in heart?
I am a piece of pebble Very ordinary Lying on the road side You passerby Perhaps Took a fancy Picked me up Perhaps You found Some color and beauty And so Took me With you Beauty lies In your eyes I am just a pebble Very ordinary Oh passerby! !
Love in its purest form is divinity and divinity in its earthly form is love.
Being opinionated is like a closed room where no free light or refreshing wind can enter.
The secret of happiness is lying within you and you have to decode it.
Poet's magic-when words are not there To describe the water or fire Poets magic weave one Fill the void And create such beauty divine.