The ancient four legged poem
had been premeditatedly cut loose
and now it haunts
the unready, frail and ailing poet.
It barks abruptly from underneath the lush hortensia bushes
shocking the blue light of an unready poet observations,
casting impetus over the faux peace,
rolling around aimlessly.
An apple of discord, fallen
from the mischievous bosom
of a spirited muse.
A face in my heart,
with a worrisome glee,
a river in my heart,
with exorbitant wave,
cupid has got me wrong,
this time,not with arrow and bow
But with tong and fang
my heart tilt and tilt,
finding no convenient position.
it's dark and cloudy in my head,
my heart finds finding a way herculean,
I've eaten from the golden apple of discord,
Eris and Cupid battles on and on,
in my heart,
maybe i belong to one,
But not the other,
Maybe i belong to none,
And it's just a child's play
Can I love both,
Love both at the same height?
From my heart,
I heard John Depp say,
"If you love two people at the same time choose the second"
My heart skipped on hearing these...
But his second words were pain relief,
He said........
"Because if you really loved the first,
You wouldn't have fallen for the second"
Is this infidelity?
I'm so pained in this reality.
With lips dipped in honey
You attract helpless flies
And ambitions much like money
You spit your sweetened lies
Your tongue coated in chocolate
And fingers finely fixed
You try conquering the world
By playing your dirty tricks
Those eyes cuddled by hate
Stare me down from hill to plain
With your apple of discord
You try but in vain
But when you stop, it shall rain
Each night you boldly face the jury,
Perched high upon your heavenly throne.
Eloquently repeating your wondrous story
Of never-ending love in flesh and bone.
Giving listening earth a heart of its own
And a yearning for joys still unseen,
Pleasures remaining yet unknown.
Forever may your light glow serene.
Your presence makes no one sorry.
The somber owl has no reason to groan.
His musings from the limestone quarry
Only make his sublime design known.
By your majesty darkness is overthrown.
The romantic cricket sings to his queen
Whose beauty he desires to be shown.
Forever may your light glow serene.
Your soothing glow calms the night’s fury,
Giving every figure an aesthetic tone.
On my windowsill the gleam of your glory
And in my room your royalty overflown.
Every apple of discord you have shone,
By the waxing of your noble sheen.
The shadow of gloom and grief has gone.
Forever may your light glow serene.
High above our arch have you flown,
As you ushered in the Master’s routine.
There you reign enthroned on high alone.
Forever may your light glow serene.
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