Pages From My Diary

Poetry, this one came to my mind last night, while writing my daily night journal, I've never really discussed a prompt like this one, yet there it slipped in, I think this poem could've been longer, but I like it the way it is already, the last stanza is my personal favorite.  A poem made out of thin air, residing in the depths of my heart: Of all the things I've ever felt All the experiences I've gone through All the things I've seen, had, or wanted All the people I've ever met All the papers I've read All the pages I've wrote There's an endless list of possibilities Of what could be yours, and what not To everything and everyone and everywhere I say with all my heart that I'm yours I wanna tell them of how deeply I feel about the affair I wonder if love and affection could be measured If yes, then how But why measure love Why set it in limits For something that's so vast, so extensive Wouldn't it be unfair if boundaries were marked And...

Here's a poem, I won't say much for this as it is wrote for the sailing vessels and the valorous souls on board and my reflections over the current affairs. The seas turned silent The winds came to a halt Calls from the vessels Traveled thousands of miles Spread over the skies I sat there saying my prayers A leaf fell in I looked up at the moonlit sky And saw the constellations But not of Leo or Ara They were the constellations of Sara, Noor, Zain and thousands of others They looked down on me Questions in their eyes 'The vessels call you' They said 'Do you dare to answer' My heart leaps I wish I could answer them Say yes to the call Burn the boats like they did But how am I supposed to tell them That I'm behind the bars The bars I've created for myself The bars so nugatory compared to the ones Sinwar faced The bars I can break, But am not brave enough to The constellations disappeared Air rustles again Scent of the seas fills my chamber I sit there on m...