Tag: poem

Bleeding Hands

NOT SO GLUM

Under the umbrella of my insecurity I am shielded from my deed Drenched in righteous purity I watch as you…

ETERNAL PURGATORY

I am a mild tidal wave in a tsunami of unrealised potential
My hopes and dreams are shipwrecked on the beach of opportunities
The verb in me is sea sick yet there is no motion

WHEN

When the throws of passion lead to life long regression, it makes for regrets. When your sorrows dwell and you…