
A breeze of cold wind
In this hot evening
Or was it just the thought of you?
The silent wish of you being with me
In these lonely times
Now and Forever?
T'is shiver of glee that ran through me
Is as much a mystery
As are thou...
These are my original poems...You might even wonder about the evident dab of sorrow in most of the poems.I agree to this vice; I guess it stems from the fact that most of my poems are written either when am sad or troubled by loneliness....not that I haven't felt like jotting my pleasurable moments into poetry too...Yet when am happy,how do I make myself sit in a place and jot anything...At those happy moments I like singing and being with people who matter the most to me....