Midnight Day- Motivated by dear poet

​Few lines were shared with a beautiful poet friend +Betania​. 
Raindrops on secrets of paradise,

Whence pieces of beauty, not in words,

Could find a night, lost among sleepless dreams,

The night lived by million stars,

And lived by thy speechless soul.

The nightly moon came down, to thy lips,

To kiss, imperfection defined in thy smile.

For your legacy brought back,

To stories waiting thousand years.

In darkness of thy shadow,

Older got the night, and,

Deeper was the Moon lost in thee,

For once, a life was lived in silence,

For once, it was a day in midnight.
– Teddy ©

My Story in Thee

All Credits: Teddy

Tried something new here. Color scheme is kinda sloppy. I am including the texts of the poem.


You art pieces of the crimson sky,

The sunset whence my world never sleeps.

What for love, tis not meant you!

Live on an empty canvas till morrow escapes dearth,

For you behold colors, purely infinite beauty.

Mine life complete without gold ring or silk,

When sleep found your shoulders, and

Hands beheld your fingers even in satire need.

Death a game on cross-board, for I not fear,

Mine soul not regret, life draped with your memories.

Thoughts fly away in windows for it gather only yours,

Where mine eyes peep to tales drowned in thou smile.

Forth mine mortal body speaks humanity in many lies,

Forth what it not speaks a truth, for it’ll find you in immortality.


Tender Line

She was close, very close

Closer than his own sleep

The golden sunshine that spilled,

emerged from his tethered soul

Those tears that always found a smile,

Now is closer to him than her.

This tender line of illuminated darkness,

weaves the wreckage inside him.

He still wears her love inside,

And she found her love tell a long story.

Few inks that he left for her,

bloated on his cry and her fear.

She lost the nights she dreamt in,

and he founds these nights,

Without her dreams and his symphony.

What he lost never found a home,

The home closer than his tears.

-Teddy ©