My poems

Feelings never die down,

they are hidden by circumstances.

The more deeper ones are

forced all the way down.

My poems

Everyone loves the feeling of comfort.

There is a feeling of comfort,

even in saying it.

It is a foremost thing,

rich relish

and the

poor strive for.

May be that's why I like the feel of cotton on me

My poems

The day today is the same,

but the time today is vastly different.

Things that I thought would never occur to me,

are today pushing me on.