HAIKU: “NIGHTS OF MATURITY”
On Growing Up, Transitions and becoming a Gentleman
His eyes made no sense
Weep upon his very will
Shut away by pain
His jaws wondered none
Crush existence on fast tow
Consumed the red pills
His nose crept on sand
Halo and scent both maintain
Crease of the bad hunt
His mouth flew with wind
Gossip kills the liar’s heart
Tongue twisted and done
His ears well-pierced high
Listen to echo in times
Amaze of the sound
His hair rips out fume
Steady dance on the air
Joined by worship boy
His voice cracked me once
Jutting height of winsome
Growth follows them
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Mon coeur et Mon âme
PoetryAs the title goes, My Heart and My Soul. Poems of my own imagination, feelings and life experiences woven into a string of meaningful words which I would love to share with all of you. Different genres encapsulates the pure joy of workmanship and ta...
