If darkness is ahead of me,
tryin' to tangle my future,
should I just close my eyes and imagine light?
If my anima is hurt, wounded deeply,
should I just let it heal,
by the time?
If my brain stops tryin'
clouded with doubts,
should I just cling to last wee ray of hope?
If this world is tyrant,
murders truth, maims happiness
should I be the one to bring glee in maze of cruelty?
try to cling to wee hope of love, loyality, generosity,
'cause sweetheart sun is yet to set
Sristi
a vagabond
Her preparations to be his
was at the exspence of others
each morning started from
the night before
she commanded his attention
and demanded his loyality
while she sought favor from
others redefining words like
contrite and non chalet
Saving her need for others
While she gathered gossip
for conversation
there bouts of togetherness
Were lack luster and were less
Passionate and endoring
He knew she wished to be
with another but saw fit to
commit to ensure her and
prove to her that he could be
Loyal
Healthy and wise are the
wisdoms of tommorrow
bought forth by the doings
of today might the night before
somber such truths
that her lack of loving me
takes her away from me
must I fear she shall
be returned to me
Hosting someone elses love
that is divisive to which
is right for me
Little loving friends
With little big hearts
Bright eyes
Wagging tails
Always forgiving
Always loving
Just glad to see me
Just as I am
Its like unfolding
The mystery that lies ahead
Its like unwrapping
The surprise that is revealed
Must I explore this feeling
Sweetness becomes originality
Warmness becomes keepers
Sadness becomes joyfulness
Wishes becomes reality
Happiness becomes everlasting
Its like moulding
The freedom it brings
Its like anointing
The blessing it will receives
Lastly but surely it will
The Thief
He did so much to make me love him.
Wildflowers on a summer's day;
A lone carnation after dinner.
A kiss beneath the midnight moon.
Oh yes, he did so much;
Crime was stacked, on top of atrocity.
A walk in the gentle rain,
A stroll in the forest.
He worked so hard to make me love him.
His back was broad;
His arms were strong and brown.
His hair the color of chesnuts.
He did so much to make me love him.
His dark liquid eyes, would drink me in,
He made me feel every bit a woman.
And that I was beautiful in his sight.
He built a love,
Strong enough to last forever;
Then in one inexplicable moment
He was gone.
Gone like Pluto back to Hades;
Lost forever in the night.
A part of me went with him;
Lost forever in the dark.
He worked so hard to make me love him.
Then like a thief he went away,
It was like a cruel joke, that lasts forever.
I think I love him still.
I promise to you my heart
My honesty,my loyality,my realness
I promise you won't find it in
Anyone else.
I promise to you i will be there for you.
I will love and confort you,hold your
Hand.when times are rough
I promise to protect you provide for
You.
All these promises are real
And my words are true.i love you and
Always will.
And he went there
to quench his thirst
thirst of that loyality
which was missing in him first
the loyalty to accept the reality
he chose not to dream
he betrayed his dreams
ignored all thoughts
and the heart's screams
Dreams are not opposite of Reality
it is the framer of it
Your dreams make the next reality
He understood this after guilt's hits.
And his thirst take him
to where he started
once again he have to dream
to change the reality
my love waits for me endlessly
for time holds no meaning with my love
my love will remain throughout eternity
my love will follow my love through fire and ice
my love I never think twice
my love has passion that will ignite a love lost
my love in secret my love in loyality
my love holds no secrets
when will i see my love
one day with my love
one kiss from my love
is more then a thousand kisses from another ~
There's a secret in the air here within our civic realm,
whence it blows I am not sure yet I know Who steers the helm.
Earthly terror it brings me, down deep in my mind - malaise;
mandates and threats I foresee, our good judgment it betrays.
All things are tolerated. Is it enough just to be?
Loyality underrated; it matters not to be - free?
The Wind whispers its regret. Those who bow, 'tis those who'll hear
the Wind return to beset with apocalyptic fear.
This heart for you is filled with
love
But this heart with you is burnt
with fire
So harsh these feelings are
shattered
So hard I convinced you to stay
And so heartless u put me
astray
Could it be the way I walk that
makes u push me away
Or is it the way I smile that
makes you insane
All I ever did was to love you
With the essence of heart, I
needed you, your compassion
and loyality would do
All I ever wanted was you to
hold my hand, assure me I'd fall
right into your arms
But all you did was to smash my
love right into my face, I tried
so hard to let you see through
my eyes that with you by me
I'm complete, that loving you
meant heaven on earth, that
aint no other shoulder could
have been better to lean on
But still my love was never
returned
Attend to the new patient
Give me the vacine to help this
boy
Stop that crazy lunatic from
escaping
Get the patients food to eat
My brother is the psychiatric
boanergy
With loyality, he uses all his
energy
At times his cry turns rhythimic
elegy
Yet. He never stop being the
boanergy
Working at the quaratine
Is enough to make the brain fry
Into a ball that will occupy a tin
But my brother continued to the
"I will never quit
In as much a have the
necessary kit
To make my occupation fit
Then I will always leave my sit
To attend to the outfit"
Love is where we find our most inner soul.
That of a hearts tenderness and loyality.
The feelings and emotions to which comes.
There,deep inside we love even from far.
It is only natural to want to love.
In our hearts the desires we feel.
The passion of wants we crave.
The touch of someone's skin at play.
To smell thier taste on our lips.
To feel the gentleness of one's touch.
To know our hearts love from within.
But to be love is always best in the end.
It is there we know what God means.
As we feel things of joy and happiness.
Love of his making and blessing.
But the greatest, is a chance to share with you.
If you were my "Valentine"
imagine how life could be.
The sweetest and the neatest things,
throughout our life you'd see.
We'd wake up every morning
in each others arms we'd be.
Eye to eye, and heart to heart,
as love birds tenderly.
We'd spend our days through work and play,
at one another's side.
Ever mindful always knowing,
no secrets there'd be to hide.
Love would be our binding strength,
built on loyality, trust, and faith.
Filled with happiness and harmony,
apparent on our face.
On through the years our love would grow,
ever ageless, true, and deep.
For those who mattered, and those who cared,
would see, how each other we complete.
Breaks in life being what they may,
I'll leave nothing to chance;
And ask you now from bended knee
for life's "SOUL-MATE VALENTINE'S DANCE"...
To Waltz with me through the end of days
in loving True Romance?!
Under lip’s shadow
dislocated in faint moonlight
we discussed the maligned communications
between fuming monologues
of desiccsatd life. Sorcery was not able to
knife the secrets of the park, branches
and trees of memory. The game continues
in jungle of lies, blessed by lines of murder:
a divided loyality to have the last laugh.
The nose-dive for inheritance inside the flesh
lays the bones bleached white to dye
them again in pink morale :
I reach where I never intended to travel.
There is no death to mourn now. Each maggot
was ready to enter the spine of image.
SATISH VERMA
Under lip’s shadow
dislocated in faint moonlight
we discussed the maligned communications
between fuming monologues
of desiccsatd life. Sorcery was not able to
knife the secrets of the park, branches
and trees of memory. The game continues
in jungle of lies, blessed by lines of murder:
a divided loyality to have the last laugh.
The nose-dive for inheritance inside the flesh
lays the bones bleached white to dye
them again in pink morale :
I reach where I never intended to travel.
There is no death to mourn now. Each maggot
was ready to enter the spine of image.
SATISH VERMA
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