POETRY

I stand at the edge of life, madness eclipsed to my mind, I struggle to smile, to hide a bitter smitten heart, I want to

The chilly Sunday morning had my brain unorderly,Struggling with my subconscious on what to do,Contemplating on whether to go to church or skip,And later on

I look at her and my stomach flips anxiously,My brain cells stop working for a bit, and my heart,It’s too busy drumming in my ears

Endings. Happy or sad, they are certain and definite, Every story must have an ultimate ending but then, Happy or not is decided for by

Markers, pens, pencils, highlighters and erasers click. The sound is distant but a wish is so near. My wish. The one wish that has me