by Krinza Momin
As if someone has cast magic on them,
but seperation was a tragic trick.
At the edge of the frozen sea with a desire of warm breeze.
She lost all her dreams and he never slept in peace. Continue reading “Love Tail”
If…….
If I was a bird I would perch myself on the green dome and whisper words of love to you
If I was a bird I would fly around the world commendation you to everyone Continue reading “If…….”
Love Believes
To love, to hold
To casually stroll
Thoughts of warmth
When times turn cold
Memories embrace
To bring a smile
Thoughts wonder
Away a while Continue reading “Love Believes”
A Valentine’s Day Verse
by Jem Tovey
My first love was a disaster, left me choked up with regret.
She told me I was her Romeo and she my Juliet.
I went to see her parents, to ask for her hand in marriage.
I told her dad what she had said, but he didn’t book a carriage
He said, “son don’t let all that fancy talk be any sort of guide,
They only lasted four days and six people died”. Continue reading “A Valentine’s Day Verse”
Different Kind Of Love
by Tahera Mayat
It’s been 14 hours since I left you
It never occurred to me to say goodbye
Optimistically walking to the train station
Full of energy and drive Continue reading “Different Kind Of Love”
True Love
by Kieran
True love:
Love you’re all mine
Mine to keep
And you’re such a treat Continue reading “True Love”
Unrequited Love
by Krinza Momin
I know how exactly love looks like!
Love wears uniform.
Love has fair skin.
Love has messy hair. Continue reading “Unrequited Love”
If……
If I was a bird I would perch myself on your grave and whisper words of love to you
If I was a bird I would fly around the world mentioning your name to everyone I meet
If I was a bird I would plant a seed on your resting place and watch it grow in your love
But I am not a bird I am a lover intoxicated in your love, waiting to be reunited with you
ART IS LONG – BUT LIFE IS FLEETING Or, The Script Girl Chooses Love
My boss says, “could this be the next ‘King’s Speech’?”
And slides a script across the desk to me.
It stops a hand’s breadth just beyond my reach.
The fact that it is huge is all I see – Continue reading “ART IS LONG – BUT LIFE IS FLEETING Or, The Script Girl Chooses Love”