My Life, Love and Beautiful Poetry...

Rising Up!  ***** My life has been one big roller coaster Living in constant fear and objectiveness I have being called names; Professor for one, Greatness, the Other And some really Ego bursting Names But I have never lived up to those titles Fumbling at the least chance to prove myself I'm caught between webs Failure having a grip on my soul I should pick myself up And Dust the dirt from my shoes. Looking forward and not a glance backward, I could tell you It's Easier said than done. Procrastination has being my way of life Putting everything off for a later time A Time That never shows her face. But this one thing I believe in. Being knocked to the ground Or being tied down, Doesn't make you grounded for life But gives you a clearer view Of your next step Be it to spring up from the floor Or to rise slowly, You definitely should be standing By the end of it all.

Welcome to My Life, Love and Beautiful Poetry. Yeah...Who Missed Me???. Okay, Apologies for the late updates. It has been a crazy week. I have been in the best of Mood Since the Beginning of the Week.. So, I only pray you have twice the fun your Body Craves.. Here's an old Poetry written from a different perspective.. Enjoy! ****** Tales From A Lonely Heart How I became shy is a mystery. How I became lost in my comfort zone, Is a bigger mystery Talking to girls has never been a problem Ok. Maybe a little. Have a charming face, Be a gentleman. Open doors for the ladies, And the female world would be at your mercy At least that was the story I was told to trust in. Then Life sets in, Tales of people never holds proof. Scared to death of rejection, I sit still Head buried deep in my shallow heart. Then you came in, Paths crossed Hearts stopped You Looking all pretty Me looking all silly. I needed to know you, I needed to get you closer, Get...

A Writer's Fuel Hi Poetry Lovers, I'm back again.. 😜 Welcome to My Life, Love and Beautiful Poetry. But this time, I have been wondering, what really drives or should we say, Fuel a Writer? Like Seriously, what are the motivations needed to pour out one's Heart and let loose???.. Hope you enjoy my Next Poetry. You give it a Title... :) ***** Beautiful Photo Of A Writer's Muss A writer's fuel. The hollowness of one's heart, A deep place of pain, An emptiness beyond measure. At least that's what I was meant to believe. Tried searching for my own muse, That very emptiness been spoken about, Couldn't place a handle on it. But why should I feel pain? Why should I crave bitterness?, Before I could bare my soul out?? I have gotten a great gift, A memorable childhood, My family. The best one could ask for. I have found Love Briefly, Fallen deeply, But crushed slowly. And Yes, I have had fun memories. Had the best of...

Originality I'm a writer. Off course I am I pride myself of being poetic . Invading the minds of my subjects Leaving all spellbound While they beg for more. With Hearts torn open, Feelings spread across the floor Thoughts gushing out The very window to the mind open, I try not to bleed my *heart out* But My quill is moving, Ink spilling, Blood flowing, Definitely no better feeling. My life is an open book. Tales rolling out Secrets rising from the ground, Nothing holds me bound. So this is Me, Hidden beyond bare eyes. But receptive to clearer minds. If you want to know me, Please read my thoughts But Pay more heed to my words. ****** Welcome to My Life, Love and Beautiful Poetry.