My Creative Earth

An empty note I write thee, Bewildered inside me, My thoughts. Countless words that race within, None, but the silence win, My Voice. Volumes have I wrote on love, Kept safe, on those inkless pages of, My Mind. Priceless but an empty note, A poem of an anecdote, From My Heart. -- By Husain Kantawala

Block those doors, Lock those chains, Shut them out, Let lose those hearts, And cage their brains. Let em keep trying, Crying behind walls, Let em yell, scream, Allow them to dream. Wake them up midnight, Till rises the morning sun, Till they are ready for their final run, Like bullet shooting from the gun. Then release, a little peace, Let em fall on my knees, For I am their time, Till they run out of me.

Lovers eyes are cold and true, And passes every final test. Pierce the knife into the heart, And the other eyes begin to melt. Breaks apart and spills the truth, The emotions that were never felt. -- By Husain Kantawala