His Poetry

Like an oasis for a lost wanderer she was his rescue…

Like a companion who is a compliment for the other and so is a poetry to the poet, both inspired from each other!

A piece by Blue


She came knocking by,

For she had heard him, silently cry.

She came to him like waves

To beaches, without a moon

To aid them. For she knew,

Without her, he was nothing.

Without her, he would wither

Away and soon shy,

From beings that come by

Knocking on his heart’s door.

No, she wasn’t love.


Was poetry.

His, poetry.