the touch of a broken love



 if love is beautiful

as the words that written

why the beauty was so vulnerable

if love is painful

as tenderness as sliced by a knife

why the wound was not bleed

your feelings are so tender

but hinted of disappointment

your words are so sweet

but painted by anguish


please explain … oh poet

whether the words just the expression of feelings

whether the tenderness was the cry of soul

or just an emotional moment when touched by a broken love


oh poet

if the poems were the picture of your heart

how miserable your life is


– mei –


at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet





for you….


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gone with the reverie

if you are an idea

I will kiss you

if you are imagination

I will hug you

if you are words

I will fondle you

but you are just reverie

passed in instant

dragging my words along

left me staring at a blank paper


– mei –

no poetry for today

there are
thousand of words sitting in head
but none willing to stand up
to be marched in verses of poetry
the imagination is getting tired of waiting
and it went along with a day passing
they were unwilling to coöperate
really disappointing
nothing could do but wait
till they meet in a mood
O… so sorry
no one knows
perhaps later, … tomorrow
the day after tomorrow


– mei –

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be positive – Mahatma Gandhi

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, was memorably - an...

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi,

Keep your thoughts positive
your thoughts become your words

Keep your words positive
your words become your behaviour

Keep your behaviour positive
your behaviour become your habits

Keep your habits positive
your habits become your values

Keep your values positive
your values become your destiny

English: Signature of Mahatma Gandhi.

English: Signature of Mahatma Gandhi. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

– Mahatma Gandhi –



– mei –

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something to tell

I think that I am a dreamer, which follow my imagination

which dancing with the sense and mind

wishing of something to tell

I think I belong to the words, and make them my world

  playing with the lines of a poem

wishing of something to tell

but often my imagination seems friendless

the words are seems so endless

and the lines of the poem so far away

for there is nothing to tell

and sometimes when I am feeling so helpless

when I am almost to surrender

then I remember that I am a dreamer

so I have to be had

something to tell

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