Pure, for Love

This anger
Seems but a lava, of tears
Erupted, in your shrunk heart
To find a vent out

This fear
Seems but an ice, of tears
Frozen, in your paralysed heart
To find a warm corner

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Streaks of Fire

 

Times, I shoot
Into the castle of leaves
Laid by fine strands of her love
Do I scatter her flowers concealed behind
Splattered buds, killed by my poisoned arrows

Between Mountain and Sea

As we grow in age
From birth to the end
Through life’s cage
A truth we cannot bend

Moments Wee

Dedicated to someone who works hard in kitchen and makes things happen

Memory born of moments wee
Enfolds me in soft pleasure
Touching me to sense at leisure
Wrapped love bits on life’s agony

The hole in me.

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There is a hole in me. I know it is there but it is somewhere that I can’t see.

I feel it is slowly eating me but I don’t know why.

Something bad has a hold it will not let me fly.

AGONY

Tired, Troubled

Scared

Cursing wild

at ways of the world

A relentless agony

a mumbling fear

pulling the soul

tearing apart the sanity

At Crossroads with myself

pitying at the done and the undone

A Chapter After The River

Always lovely, always a part of me,

The taste of bittersweet agony,

Ina melody, of a brilliant symphony,

heard by every inch of my body.

Unchained Melody

I cry to let out all my heartaches,

This pain that agony makes…

Crying was never a solution,

So much with all the frustration.