I still not feeling sleepy after heavy work out in gym also. Have got poetic lines in my brain.
Beyond your eyes
I saw calm
Beyond your words
I saw pain
Beyond your lips
I saw smile
Beyond your heart
I saw cruelity
Beyond my smile
There is tears.
Beyond my calm
There is hurt
Beyond my pain
There is sorrow
Beyond my cruelity
There is heart, which is so pure...
Corrected version
when I see your eyes, I see clamness
when I hear your words, I see lot of pain
when I feel your lips, I see smile
when I feel your heart, I see lot of cruelness
when I am calm, it means I am hurt
when I smile, you can see lot of tears
beyond my pain, there is sorrow
beyond my cruelness there is a heart which is calm and pure
Beyond your eyes
I saw calm
Beyond your words
I saw pain
Beyond your lips
I saw smile
Beyond your heart
I saw cruelity
Beyond my smile
There is tears.
Beyond my calm
There is hurt
Beyond my pain
There is sorrow
Beyond my cruelity
There is heart, which is so pure...
Corrected version
when I see your eyes, I see clamness
when I hear your words, I see lot of pain
when I feel your lips, I see smile
when I feel your heart, I see lot of cruelness
when I am calm, it means I am hurt
when I smile, you can see lot of tears
beyond my pain, there is sorrow
beyond my cruelness there is a heart which is calm and pure
You are salt,
I am sugar.
You are coffee
I am tea.
You are modern
I am orthodox
You are Joy
I am sad
Thats U & Me
you are salt, i am sugar with malt
you are fast and i am careful
thats what makes our life joyful
you are happy when i am sad
which makes me feel bad
10 comments:
Profound...Loved it. And love is beyond those imperfections. Good one. Keep going :)
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hi angel
nice lines... well...
thanks for sharing...
Well written!
The corrected version of the first poem is too good... :)
Destination Infinity
Very nice poem... Sometimes the differences in us in relationships make us stronger together!!!!! Sometimes --when there is nothing much we have in common and neither person comopromises, the relationships struggle...
Hugs,
Betsy
The different versions of your poem are very interesting.
There is black when we have black.
We can be right if there is wrong.
Very nice. =)
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