SHORT POEMS

there are those whom everybody loves to love, and
then there are those who want to love everyone
there are also those whom few people love
and a few among them yearn for love
a commodity they value with their soul...

Rain... Rain... Rain...
Why are you not here
I am looking for you here
Cos I want to hide a tear
Cos I want to hide a tear....

If you are happy to be alive, you'd be more when you die.

HE WAS FOOLISH TO KILL HIMSELF SO HE COULD PLEASE SOMEONE WITH HIS VIEW OF WHAT HE HAD TO BE

PEOPLE WHO HAVE A LOT OF FRIENDS ARE NOT THE MOST CHARMING AND HAPPIEST, ITS JUST THT HIS GREATER PAINS AND SILENCE IS COVERED BY THE FANFARE PEOPLE SEE.

PEOPLE SEE TRUTH, MOSTLY, WHEN DEPRESSED, OPPRESSED OR SUPPRESSED.

I WAS HAPPY THAT I WAS NOT WRONG; AND I WAS SAD THAT I WAS RIGHT.

THERE ARE THINGS KNOWN AND UNKNOWN, OF THESE, GOD IS THE LEAST UNDERSTOOD. ~ANONYMOUS