Penned Words (Compilation of my Poems)

Hello Poetry

I heard painful derision of the nightfall

drawn me to seclude my talent

into the unknown place where it was not born futile.

It has been years since you ate my mind;

since we met in that strange road

where all melancholies diverged,

you have been my relief, my friend

and my witness when I was crippled by tears.

I seldom asked the mirrors, why should I continue?

If there are thousand of people outside our worlds

who could create you better than I,

who could make you more attractive than my pen?

Why should I continue my dreams?

And so I almost gave up, surrendered in peace;

I always wake up on the wrong side of the bed.

I was sailing edges of the oceans

just to seek for a masterpiece,

but I was fooled by my selfish intentions

and so I laughed at myself for length,

for there were a bunch of times

I could not even bestow you a single word.

I was totally bruised; buried my feet on the ground.

Others love my poetry, others just trifle,

others read it aloud that no one can hear,

others in facade of silence.

It matters no more, I have critics then.

I write not to impress, but simply to express

my undefined emotions, and unstitched fantasies.

Well, composing you is little bit hard for my part,

but you were a butterfly in my heart.