My Sun

Is the weather wet or its just my eyes?
Why its so quite even when the street seems so bright?
The sun took back his colors from me
And settled down,
Making me feel so lonely, without his sound.

As the cold breeze touches my skin,
I long for his illuminating charm...
Hey dear birds returning home,
could you let him know,
I miss his warmth?

What L.O.V.E Means To Me

From all the topics I chose to write poems... I always stayed away from the topic of Love.
For the reason its so easily played by the people.
For the reason its so complicated at its own!


I never was the romantic die-hard kinda lover,
I never can be!
Who sings to the tunes of birds and dances to the rhythm of heartbeats.



The soul that completes other,
The soul that embraces mine effortlessly...
Is something what pure Love means to me!