I’m Just Like Her. She’s Just Like Me.

I am just like her. She’s just like me.
She fills me in the enmity,
empties me in jamborees.
Oh, she’s so beautiful, so pretty.

Her smile and memories are the gifts
for a lifetime and many lives to come.
When she talks to me, my heart takes a drift.
Without her, what would I’ve done?

When I realize, what I’ve got;
I forget what I’ve lost.
We made this promise to love a lot
and create a new saga of our trust.

Her love a drug & she’s the only cure.
She’s a true inspiration to me,
Oh, I’m not a smug & I need her for sure,
As,  I’m just like her, she’s just like me.

A POEM PENNED BY
AMOD TIWARY

I dreamed of a world

Once, I had this fantasy, I dreamed of a world,
a world, free to wander, free to imagine, and free to hover.
Where people don’t just live, they live actually.
They love, they graft new notions of humanity.

But my friend, as I see it through
the open eyes, stumbled in the realm of the world
all I see is the plentiful of wounds, infinite pain
I dare not to see, wish not to explain.

But the answer lies in the bouquet unfold
there are secrets, ambushed to be told
nor a man to withstand its clout
no courage that holds them in the scuffling cold.

Prayer would not work, nor do will heal.
Lead the race with ardour & zeal
that’s what will lead to the humanity in real.
As, Love answers all, conquers all.