PMS

You come every month, like an uncalled guest
You approach and depart, like a short term quest
You make life hell, give me mood swings
I just wish you were a person, whose neck I could wring

Detestation

Detestation is what I suffer
All your ideas with which I beg to differ
If only we could both harmonize
Consider us together rather than patronize.

Detestation is what I suffer
thought Love was meant to be a happy revere
Detestation is something I could never swathe
I hate you because your a like a Moth

War against your own

Wandering alone on a cold dark night
The coldness set deep in my bones
My heart was on fire, with endless desire
Waging war against my own

This war was mine and mine alone
Yet, I some how initiated a band
The usual, charm for first few moments
Then, I was back battling my own


It was too hard for first few encounters
Then it became just a game
The game got easy, the game got wild
Then it was suddenly The End……….

Dusty broken road perpetual

I walk alone on the dusty broken road
Growing weary of my pursuits, to find adore
My paths cross, endless great loves
My heart’s hollow remains

I stretch my hands before myself
Like a visions less blind
Searching for my faith, which is hidden?
In the secret space of my mind

The road so dusty, and broken
Makes me stumble, and fall
I rise, and fall over and over
Yet I rise with hope and strength again

I sit alone on a boulder
Tears flow down with silent sobs
I know not where they come from
I know not where they go

Sobs grow stronger, Sobs grow deeper
As the visions of my beyond surface
Sometimes a smile, sometimes a sigh
Is all I can summon, on my visage

The road is treacherous, the road is hard
Yet, the end holds a promise that draws very near.
Like a ship, at sea, amidst a storm
Promises of a shore
I tread the dusty broken road
With pledge to find eternal love.