Poetry Collection

Serene as it may appear,
has the potential to kill,
the cold stares that could freeze up
a lake or a hill,
a sculpted face that could rake up
a hospital bill
and make even disbelievers vigil.

Don't judge her badly
it's not her will,
the heart just became cold
with your constant shrill.

She is beautiful, tender still
and that is all her implicit skill.

Walk a few miles with me,
I will tell you what my heart has to say.
The things you may have missed
by looking into my eyes,
I will let my words have their way.

Finally boarded the flight
After much await and plight
In the hope of reaching the
destination before the night
Realizing things are not that
vivid from this height
Looking through the window
and trying to enjoy the sight.
Blue skies and sun is shining
bright

Plane withstands the harsh wind
with all it's might
It's the journey they say is more
important and maybe they are
right

Time of descent at dust
Need to quickly adjust
From the perennial things a must
Before it catches the rust

Even though the sun and the moon doesn't appear
together and are scatter. The former always
illuminates the latter. Maybe it only reflects one side
at a time and leave the other in the dark and in tatter.
It is never truly gone and always comes back and
brights up the other side too in silence without any
patter. It could just be the nature much akin to the
antimatter. Probably the timing was wrong but it is
still there giving light and which is all that matter.