Stranger to Love

Forever of hope, the optimistic soul,
 kindles my inner-self,
stumbles me as they owe me,
reaches me as they’re meant to be,
bamoozling the truth of my core existence,
like how death cheats life,
or the poverty does to the affluence.

The heart that needs to know,
sometimes do intrigue, but often
ask reasons why, put questions to try,
why not pleased with what I have,
why I ask for more.
Never satisfied with ourselves,
always gawps beyond the shore.

With every passing day seems like eternity,
I live without my precious gold.
Nobody to call my valentine,
nor a heart that fills me with pride.
Though I have bounty of love inside,
yet, I’m a complete stranger to the love
in this infinite world outside.

“THE HATE WE CONSUME”

After the much loved poems
 “I DREAMED OF A WORLD” & “I’M JUST LIKE HER, SHE’S JUST LIKE ME”…
I have penned a brand new poem, hope u all love it too. Thanks

It’s kinda sad, how people fall apart

albeit we never wished to depart

not that we don’t love each other

we have to live through, with our broken heart.

We grieve, writhe, and condemned to abate.

And sometimes we do criticize our fate,

Pick holes in others for our failures.

Nothing else, but all we consume is hate.

Why don’t we start fresh, something new

hail ourselves out of the blue

give ourselves second chance

to the world of happiness that once we knew.

It wouldn’t be so easy to overcome the past

as once that’s done, doesn’t simply last

& we cannot bring back all that is gone

but surely, we can try, try for a new beginning with a blast.