Life is short
But love can be shorter
I wonder if love could ever be overwhelming
I wonder if we could ever get tired of love
I wonder if we’d push people away because they love us
Is that what love is really about?
I wonder if the foundation of love could be mistrust
Re-echoing and resounding worst memories
I wonder if love is desultory
And probably depends on happening situations
Like a bag on a windy desert
True Love they say never fades
But does it even last for ages
I’ve been digging for days
Surfing and scattering the mains
Where goes love?
Down our tummies?
So, they don’t last?
Or up in our chest ?
Like an undetectable malformation ?
Or skyrocketing to brains?
Probably why we go crazy about the people we love
I really hope it’s all not a mirage
But rather true reflections of genuine affection
And not delusion of fantasies
The only thing we wish to see in our images
An aura of love strongly bonded across our hearts
Where distance cannot even stand a chance
Of separating the ones we love
But I still ask from the bottom of my mind
What is love??
Little Boy – so small and yet so deadly
Exploding into a beautiful bell of sunlight
Clouds boiling up, mushrooming into a
Cloak of destruction.
Dissolving flesh, leaving only the shadows
Of history imprinted on the walls.
They turned back to look but
All they did was taste
The lead of atomic fission
Radiation, generated by
Gamma ray and ray neutrons while in flight
Causing genetic malformation
Fat Man - a hollow pumpkin-like shell
Surrounded by explosions
Sides permitted it to be
Armed while in flight
Cloak of destruction
Covered two square miles.
The only thing that could survive
The deadly bombs was
The cockroach.
God are you (there or
lost) is he, she so right
when not is (sin
I look, hear not) any diffusion
my thoughts (mysterious, bewildered
mind) me not upon this (chase
life unlike light) whispering butterflies
suffering shelves (succeed briefly)
nature unfed of love survival
sharing existence (in untried eternal love
I shelter my soul for your forgiveness)
split by malformation (with rising faith
continuing on a path chosen for me) just
in tribute to E.E. Cummins,I tried to let his muse and my muse to communicate for
inspiriration of his style not to exactly copy but come close, I hope this will make him
proud,his style indeed is difficult for me but etremely beautiful and rich
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