If today`s the last day i could see you,

what would i do the moment i meet you.

Walking so long holding the memories,

I forgot to look back at where we started,

I love you and i know you love me too.

But if today`s the last day for the love,

What shall i do, shall i jump to the endless sky

Or shall i follow the dark night without stars to guide.

I don`t have the answer yet to satisfy,

But i know i love you and you love me too.

Holding the throne of the roses so red,

I choose the one to offer on your hand.

Waiting for you so long under the sky,

i wished you never come so you never go

and i could still love you and you love me too.

HOW TO MAKE A POEM: Writing a poem is a beautiful experience for me. Poem Writing is more than just playing with the words. We connect the words to bring a rhythm putting our feelings. How to make poems is a question we often overcome after looking at the greatest poems of all the time. I never considered myself a poet. I framed up my feelings into words and arranged them to deliver the idea behind them. I often write poems based on my experiences in life and try to connect them with the natural and social behavior I see around me. Poetry might look like just as few arranged words to deliver an idea but it gives us the taste of experiences of life. We are often asked, How to write a poem. So this is a guide for the beginners.

Poem writing is the art of analysis of social and natural behavior. As beginners, we can start writing a short note or imagining a topic or an object. Then we can start playing with the words and giving them a rhyme. Connecting the words is the secret of poetry. Poetry holds a large packet of ideas within a few words. When we talk about writing poetry, it`s not just about the rhyming of words but exploring all the possibilities. Let`s not make it complicated and explain it in simple language for the beginners in poetry.

Writing Poetry is an art to be mastered with time by practicing. The more we write, the more we understand the grammar of the poetic language. There are various forms of poetry, but for beginners, it`s not necessary to go into the depth of the forms, instead start writing by framing the words. We often struggle to end the poem once we start writing since we tend to flow with the rhyme of words. It`s necessary to analyze the topic or the source of the idea before framing it into a poem.

I would also suggest reading poems of their favorite poets and analyzing them on their own. Reading the poem develops the skill of finding the idea between the words and behind the line. The reading develops the skill of observing and results in better writing.

As a beginner, I would suggest everyone to- write randomly at the first step and later connect those words or replace them with a better one. Joining the first line with the second line will automatically drive us to the third line. That`s the beauty of Poetry. Poetry is a journey with lots of possibilities for the ideas we hold within us. If you want to explore those possibilities dive and taste them.

Woke up early morning after sleepless night

Could see the arrival of light 

tearing the darkness behind

A paper drooped upon my table

Holding the pen i heard a cry behind

i rushed back to where i was

the more i got closer the cry got louder

moment i opened my eyes 

my life went dark around

I couldn`t find the light to write

Neither i could find out my path

But left with blind vision of my life

Blindly i started reshaping the words

to turn it the best poem ever

disability in life is to come

physically, mentally or emotionally

I couldn`t see but at least feel 

the words that kept you alive 

with me my entire life

Taking the old road once again    

I searched for my pen around

it lies on the table behind

Pieces of paper falling apart

remembers me the memories of past

still i dance on rhyme of my words

I still remember the nights of darkness

returning home with sweats after work

holding the pen i sang the song of life 

I talked to my words in tears and smile

gone are the days preserved in words

coming ones shall find me between those words

dead are the one who still haunts

in memories of the new ones

I choose those words to reside

that i left behind arranging my whole life 

If the words split too with the span of time

Just try to listen my song of life

On the bank of the brook that pass

through the heart of the forest so large

There lies my earthly body for the last

Holding me on shoulders from around

i am on the way to last ride of my life

No more i rise, no more i fall

looking around for my pride and wealth

i couldn`t but only find darkness around

Tried remembering the days of light

also tried recalling the nights of dark

This life was a journey after all

started on my mother`s lap with smiles

ended on the lap of earth with tears

earthly body of mine burnt to ashes of dust

so my pride and wealth too 

Lies there nothing of mine,  

I am gone, so you will too

but it`s just memories that lives

some haunts and some charms

When my heart broke into pieces i can`t count,

I collected them with my bare hands,

arranged them in name of you my love,

Looking around i could see the dead world,

Putting each drop of my blood tried to make it alive,

Nights passed with storms around,

Lonely i lie writing the story of our love,

Even if it`s the last day of my life

I will still stitch my heart for better to come, 

If my tears could build a way to heaven

I would walk alone to bring you back

You are gone, so i will too

But our love shall never die

Taking a sip of rum

I lied my body on chair

that lied so long there,

Another sip took me back

in search of you in dark,

I could just see your pictures

around with each blink of my eyes,

I saw the tall tree i used to climb

to see you moving far away

from where i was still,

I saw the river beside 

where i left my words of love

for you to listen on the other side ,

You had dreams

and i knew i was to resist,

I shall walk away or let you pass,

Still stood the tree, the river still flows

But neither i could see you,

Nor you could hear my words of love 

I dropped for you

Lying on the chair in front of the table

I just imagined the days i had paper on my hand

And a piece of paper to drop my words out

Barren heart i hold today

with few words to spell out

Promises of future i made you days back

proves me a betrayer each day i wake up

no penny on pocket to put some smile on your face

neither a heart to fill up the poem with words

traveled on the path with a promise to never look back

Neither i can hold a glass of whisky 

to lighten my heart just like i had once

Nor i can break the things in anger

Live there my old parents with hope

to see my happiness reach the peak

And you behind me 

to see me smile with the beats of the life

Shuffling the pieces of the life

i walk each day to see few smiles around

Living with those smiles

keeps me alive to hope a better morning 

This life is my duty  

And i will keep moving to the peak 

smiling with the beats of life