ROBERT

Ricocheted intensity of such voice
Over thy ears, it seems like a noise.
Bewildered by the owner of such,
Engulfed by his stories that much.
Rumblings of facts he knew,
Telling to you those which are new.

The -ERs Around US

ALL AROUND us are
–silent watchers
–scene makers

Protected: The One I Used To Like

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Can You Call This Thing A Poem About Friendship?

There are loads of definitions of friendship
they said if you do this-and-that thing
or if you didn’t do this-or-that thing
then you’re considered as a friend

No, I Don’t Miss Him

WE’VE KNOWN each other for some time
acquaintances altered into close friends
yet it seems like I’ve known you all along

Walk On By

PEOPLE COME and go.

Yet, somewhere in the process,

some makes a stop

Away From Me

I LET you travel into oblivion
and my world, slower it may seem, keeps on spinning
You should travel farther!
Far away… Away from me.

You should, under any circumstances, never return
and my…. you pierced me with your ignorance
I should really turn my back and,
Never hope for your affection that truly never comes