All About Heart

A poem about heart

Words from the heart

Posted everywhere

Scattered everywhere…

But sometimes hard to understand

A heart that smiles

A heart that bleeds

A heart that weeps

A heart to keep…

Only a lover could understand

A song from the heart

With love and harmony

A melody that soothe

A symphony for both…

Music that keeps lovers bind

Love is for the heart

And for those ready to be hurt

Love is not all a heart’s gain

So think likely about pain…

The vagueness of love that drifts around 

Once, We were a Child

Once, we were just a child,

candidly conversing with Mama,

playfully exploring the yard,

reverently adheres to the words of Papa.

Once, we were just a child,

who simply sleep, eat, and play,

unaware of the events around,

defeating the ignorance with what we see.

Once, we were just a child,

delighted to receive even a penny,

no envy, bragging, or blazing up of pride,

living with our life so contently.

But, we were no longer a child,

we learn to dream of prosperity,

seeking more of what we have,

we exist no more just to eat and play.

Wish, we stayed just a child,

free from habits of depravity,

pleased with the things we have,

not anxious of the coming day.

If I Could Write More

Many times I wrote about the rain,
and how it brought the joy and pain.
I also wrote about the deep blue sea,
and how it was ruined by humanity.

Wish I could write more about nature,
so as the stream with water so pure,
and so the fowls flying in flocks,
and the mountains with trees and rocks.

But how could I write the unseen things-
if it only exists within my dreams?
How could I describe it so vividly-
when it was never in my memory?

I want to write about the human life,
of the society and the people’s strife.
Wish I could pen down the things I see,
and make known of the inequality.

Also, wish I could write about love,
that in everyone’s heart it will have.
But how could it becomes a reality-
when everyone is full of animosity?

If only, I have the courage to write,
of what I see whether it’s wrong or right,
of corrupted things and what the people suffer,
so it may be known to those who do not care.