On A Moonlit Night.

On a moonlit night he strolled for some  fresh air,When his eyes fell on her and he couldn’t help but stare! Dressed in white, she reflected the silvery blaze,He was lost in her beauty, she could tell by his constant gaze. What does your favorite color taste like?He asked in hesitation, a conversation to strike….

If you were an artist

If you were an artist, How would u paint me? Would you fill all colours of your choice? Or patiently observe mine? Would you rigidly make abstract? To quickly fill in the lines? Or would you focus especially on details? While you take your time? Would you use vibrant paints? Or simply shades of grey?…

The gift

Beautiful! Sleek and slender! Glowing eyes with a delicate heart The glass never reflected this before Because she only looked closely Through its shattered pieces She was whole once again As he turned the mirror towards her He gifted her The gift of self love. -Tracy Reid

Valuable coins

Amazing, how pain was my poetry, suddenly poetry was my rescure. Sometimes i fumbled for words, Sometimes words overwelmed me. It revealed the darkness of my soul, But also lit a fire in me. I spent my tears like coins. Spendtrift as a libra could be. Now i lie in my room and think, Of…

The night.

Night had fallen. Laying on the grass with flowers in her hair which was imperfectly braided by him. The night stood still as ever. A few birds now and then chirruping, could be heard. The scent of the daisy’s overpowered, amidst the other flowers. As the breeze blew softly and strands of her hair came…

Perfect Imperfections

On a moonlit night he strolled for some fresh air,When his eyes fell on her and he couldnt help but stare,Dressed in white she reflected the silvery blaze,He was lost in her beauty, she could tell by his constant gaze.What does your favourite color taste like?He asked in hesitation, a conversation to strike.But silent she…

THE SECRET LOVE STORY.

In the silence of the day, In the pain of the sorrow, In the joy of the rain, He stood by her in it all, unknown to her, He cared for it all, He loved her in secret, He said it all, But in the silence of the day, She could not hear him, But…

Ek Unkahi Kahaani. ( hindi poetry )

   Ek Unkahi Kahani.   Muh me zubaan , Prr hoton pe alfaaz nhi. Zehen me mere chupa magar , Hzaaron khwaab khi. Kehna tha bhut kuch, Prr keh na sake. Simtein hue the aasuo k saath, Mere hrr aisaas khi. Samajh na sake koi, Aisi mushkil me hu mai phasi. Aisa lagta hai ki…

DELICATELY BUFFED.

DELICATELY BUFFED. Her silence is not her weakness, It is the stillness in the air, It is the calmness before the storm, The warning that is blared. She is all what is forbidden , She is all what is adored, She is one in a million or trillion, With  an awareness that glows. Don’t mistake…

LIGHT UP THE DARK.

LIGHT UP THE DARK. We all have that glowing spark in us, We all have some dark in us, We all need to find the radiance of hope within our hearts, To be or not to be is the question we ask? © by Tracy Joan Reid.