A smile she comes with, faded and dazed,

Perhaps right now, with a sombre tear.

Carpe diem

Solitude and poetry I hold most dearly,

Bird chirps, life is better

I really trid

the long day wanes, feelings of Pluto,

If only i mastered the courage.

It moves, gentle yet fierce, With wings it feeds

With gills it keeps, The yellow guy sets

Golden of dawn we see, A lone man’s gaze

Classical music in his ears

Paganini’s best ( 24 caprices )

A couple bonds on the right

One breaks across

Love at first sight, 6 o’clock

The lone man wonders in solitude

When shall time and fate be in my favor ???

In quiet moments, my heart aches

For love that’s real, but paths we take

Your smile, a light I’ll never hold

A story left, in silence told.

I see your joy. your eyes so bright,

In another’s arms, a distant sight,

I cherish words we’ll never speak,

In shadows where our hearts may meet.

You are the dream I can’t embrace,

A fleeting touch, a longing trace,

In every glance, a whispered plea,

A love that’s bound in what can’t be.

So here I stand, a silent muse,

With love that fate won’t let me choose,

For my heart, you’ll always stay,

A love that time won’t take away.

she is ineffable, a quiet grace,

A whispered thought, in a crowded place,

Words fall short, mere shadows cast,

Against her presence, vast and vast.

Her essence lingers, undefined,

A secret woven through the mind

In all that’s known, there’s still unknown,

She is a world of her own.

In the guiet chambers of my heart,
A rhythmic pulse begins to start,
Guided by the muse’s song,
Where words and whispers all belong.

Within my ribs, a world does bloom,
A sanctuary amidst the gloom,
Verses crafted with tender care,
Love’s essence lingers everywhere

Each beat a stanza, each breath a line,
In this poetic heart of mine,
For love and muses intertwine,
In a timeless, endless rhyme.

Pure malice, I carry

down the sea’s path he buries

Left and right the circle of life

who am I, the forsaken one ???

All according to fate’s line,

Nature’s curse, body of frail

A question he asked, How is hell ?

A dead poet wonders.

No hand to hold, yet love still grows,

In morning light and twilight’s glow,

In whispered winds and ocean’s tide,

It walks with you, right by your side.

Not just in roses, red and bright,

But in your soul’s own gentle light.

so cherish now, embrace the free,

For love will come, just let it be.

A land where the sun kisses the earth,

Where ancient winds weave through trees,

singing songs of timeless seas,

a cradle of life, where rivers snake.

Ask not where these roots may cling,

But feel the spirit my words bring,

for home is not a place, you see,

it’s the rhythm of life that beats in me.

In the mirror, I see no remorse, eyes unblinking, cold as stone,

Each lie, each theft, a mark on the soul,

A path walked by the damned alone.

I wonder if redemption calls,

To a heart too numb to heed the sound,

or if my fate is sealed in the silence,

where inner demons forever abound.

Take me in your arms,

not just to hold me,

but to keep the night from swallowing me whole.

Let your breath be the only wind I know,

and your heartbeat the only drum that guides my steps,

If morning comes, let it find us still here,

your hands a shelter, your warmth a promise,

that the world outside can wait.