My abandoned poems
arranged themselves
resembling a poesy
in waste paper basket.
"Staring Eyes"
"Painted by words"
"Silently Protest"
"Playing with a shadow";
"Still wishes play"
"In Love's broken yard"
"For You".
"Lost and Found"
"Fond memories"
"Catching up, with the butterflies"
"Stroll in the morning";
"My Autumn Afternoons"
"Ceaselessly"
"Shatter Reflections"
"In your charm".
"Alone, in the whims of a city"
"Leading a bachelor life"
"Uninvited"
"Incense sticks"
"Crowd"
"A boring life, this!"
"My grumbling nature"
"Escaping Self"
"Stamped by ages"
"Maybe of little, or no value"
"The storm within"
"Conspired by Sunshade"
"Hopes for the Future"
"To Welcome You"
These fruitless efforts
smirk sarcastically,
in the waste paper basket.
