Someone

Silent in her own way, with quaint dreams of dew,
Under skies of imagination, she loves her life anew,
Kind and strong as one can be, a new girl today I see,
A little time after so far apart, quite enthralled am me,
Nicked in scores, my heart encores, I wonder what to do,
Year end comes, I see her some, smart and graceful too,
A friend in need, a friend indeed, she sways me fleetingly true.

Short Poem

Inside me a me, somewhere in dark cries,
Wrapped in an oval corner, believing all the lies,
Deaf and loud, screeching without halt,
With unend flows, cheap rivers of salt.