What is love?

Love is like a delicate bird,
If you hold it tightly it dies.
If you hold it lightly, it’s sure to fly
Away Right in front of your eyes

Love is like a rainbow,
That falls far away into a pot of gold.
We find ourselves searching
But the adventure can surely become old.

Love is a story,
Awaiting to be told,
Love is a river,
Flowing between the hill
Gentle and calm, current almost still.


Love is a rushing water fall
With tremendous currents busting at freewill
Love is the definition of triumph
The synonym of pain
The joy of a broken heart
To know that you once loved
The sorrow of a young woman
Who’s spirit never rose above.

Love is the warmth
You feel from your glove.
It is the battle of your life
That only few seem to win
And the majority that seems to lose
Never wants to begin again
You’ll never know love
Until you experience it both ways
The joy and happiness
And also the horrible sad days
Don’t Love?
No don't Love Two,
But Love One who always Loves YOU


- Written by: Topher Alionto

I had a dream

I had a dream,

it seemed so real you shot me in my heart,

i got back up

but i realized now,

that it's true you shot me so deep,

the bullet remains

I'm still living with it there,

bleeding I'm bleeding inside, still, day after day

living with the bullet that you shot in mebarely standing, barely living, bleeding

but that wound is not the only one I have more left,

each with a different gun

different people shoot me,

and yet I stand bearing all the bullets that are put in me

but the worst part isn't them there,

bleeding the worst part is, I'm bleeding alone.

In search of another sky

Life was ruthless and I was quiet,

Roads were dark and there was no plight,

Silence was profound and everything was numb.


When life took a turn, and shackles were shunned,

The dawn of hope pierced the darkness,

Was it a myth or mystic charm ,

That steered my heart and enlightened my soul.


I trampled the earth and walked on the desolate road,

The gusty winds blew past-by,

And I hovered in search of another sky.


Ashish Saket

Down the Memory Lane

Strolling down the memory lane,

I met her on the lonely road once again,

It was the dream I never dreamt.

I stood on the path, and she just walked like that,

I couldn't speak, as if it wasn't a dream,

Though distance was less, but our souls were far.

Now on those roads existed the smoke,

just reminiscence of fire,

Love was farce and loneliness was truth,

And all I own is a deep remorse.

Ashish Saket :(