The Dissected Heart

The dreaming self of mine, coagulate to form an image purely supreme to intermingle all my mellow thoughts and create a thing above all. The senses are most absorbing and are getting each thing perfect blending each thing to their mighty core and carve a sculpture, fanciful. A tomb in my heart is build of my ceremonious antique vows which were once my delight but now alas time has decayed. The sensitivity, the perseverance spended in pain and in real vain fled, had been each genial thought and life decays with time. Relished hardships too once but o, life how unessential i have become,to pine at most deserving thought. The visionary gleam of my heart fading fast as scarce flowers and the things which use to charm me otherwise are now but quartz to me. The delicate heart of mine to marble has turned contrasted equally as if hell to heaven or heaven to hell has turned. My deceiving beauty, my heart Has cheated me throughout And conjures me glance into visions Which could never had been achieved. But hope has restored and recreated a heart which was fleeing fast and occupies a narrow bridge on which life swings. Let not the light of hope fickle and don't let the sap of mind be parched admit no'ne in your heart, to flourish but keep each feeling conserved and coiled. Juxtaposed liberties are but necessities and ruffian freedom, none but liability the soul whose sail eternity drew will place it nevertheless to the harbor of heaven. AKASH SANGWAN