Tuesday, April 02, 2013

That's when you were missed.



That day, I wish, you would have seen,

while walking alone in the winter scene,
I saw you through the flaky mist,
and that’s when you were passionately missed.

Your promises made in golden days,
Your deviousness  will leave me in a daze,
I saw you through a jealous mist,
and that’s when you were fiercely missed.

Before any uphill of animosity is raised,
let the shadow of cynicism be razed,
I saw you through the chilly mist,
and that’s when you were coldly missed.

Imagining you my head gets whirled,
Throwing me into a fallacious world,
I saw you through the morning mist,
and that’s when you were secretly missed.



// Introducing homophones in my poems.