English Poems (Original)

Love

Do not be so judgy
For what you read
But if you do in a hurry
Remember to do it gently

Now everything appears muzzy
A wound that does not bleed
Left by someone in a flurry
Playing an anguished medley

In life it brings a clarity
Might not require much heed
But it is not a malady
And hence has no remedy

Did it so selflessly
Though I couldn't please
Living in a tower of ivory
Of my world of imaginary

It is nothing but a poesy
Meant for one to read
Like the beads of rosary
Pure in its divine sanctity

Time

I will run I will hide
But I shall keep my glide
In search of lost time
My words shall rhyme.

I've not experienced the tide
Of life but I've abide
To some it may be a crime
But all I see is lost time

In love I've seen a side
Of myself to which I've lied
That I'll not do it this time
But I've always been a mime

To help me escape a rite
My love's always been an aide
Cherishing treasures of lost time
For those are sublime

But you must keep yourself allied
With humility as your aide
It goes hand in hand with time
And helps one in their prime

And there is no time for one's pride
And you must not chide
The great teacher is time
It tells the future with a chime

You might run , you might hide
But you must keep your glide
In search of lost time
My words shall rhyme.