Poems

The Alluding Bliss Pretending is an art. How good it must be Decept to be some other and let yourself free, You are same by soul yet changed by flesh, What dark dwells inside has got everything to bless. The dark that washed over thy brain, the dark that caused to weep, be it health, depression or just thy stress did eureka in building a living memoir of itself; Que made you pretend and alludingly live whilst you laid thy rest onto the dusty shelf. Now list my tale and learn not to be frail because it's about a jail which may always grant you bail: On a serene breezy day when my lush green leaves dance to the chirp of birds and give me their glance, my bole relishes the blowing winds outside, it's a square of green abode where I reside. People see me with the eyes of awe and exclaim,” What a jovial tree dancing even on a day so hot!”, Yet it's just me who knows how my insides rot. Years agone I've grown this tall, my roots have deepened, and my sprigs have had a fall, N...