• English Poetry

    A River Called Hope

    There’s a river that flows eternal its called Hope
     From the zenith of optimism and down its mountainous slopes
     It runs the deepest along the valley of despair
     The currents dismissing obstacles like it just didn’t care
     Ever accommodating in its spirit
     It carries within it
     Streams of negativity, even the past
     Meandering along teaching you nothing lasts
     To opulence from penury
     To contentment through misery
     There’s a panacea for problems one can’t cope
     It’s a river that flows eternal and it’s called Hope
  • English Poetry

    The One

    Life oh life!
     Mysterious are it’s ways
     How and when
     Who knows and who can say
     It doesn’t matter
     How brilliantly the light shines
     Is and was
     Separated by a moment, literally a matter of time
     If only, only if
     There just could be a last summer of song
     Chances passed around
     To maybe correct things, all that went wrong
     Oh! Cruel tide
     It favours not and it waits for none
     This much is certain
     Everyone is in the queue, just unaware about the (next) one