Words aren’t enough

Yellowish patterns of life make me feel gray
stories of yesteryears they’re far away.
I don’t repent for what I did,
words aren’t enough for me
to tell you what I need.
I feel I have so much left to say
barely, do I know what’s the way.
Come my angel come my way
Words aren’t enough for me to say.
Strands of alphabet
keep floating on my mind.
Eyes, cuddling hair,
some smiles & moments I find.
I wish I could say to you
how it feels inside,
though am a writer by heart
am bound & can’t express
as words aren’t enough for me
to say you stay by my side.

EMPTY STRANDS

Proximity into the dark blue sky,
light & shade of the shimmery world,
makes me sometimes feel shy.

Dark kohl eyes, watch me by and,
I lie silent inside the four walls of my life
as each sec; hour & day gently pass by.

Melancholy memories in echo
leave me furious as I begin to write
the pen, sweet but painfully hit my ego.

I spend hours in the empty strands and,
realize that those essays with little hands,
have casted their way for bluish poetries,
few poems, lyrics and some parts of me
they lie on nothing but empty stands.