"Oh my heart, your treasures I'm bound leave at one corner of my journey. ". - Poet
Both of us met last night at last.
To each other saying, ‘we’ll meet
again, our love will ever last.
Emotive urges wished to greet
broken hearts trying to be brave,
Listened to mutual heartbeats.
We were confused how to behave
Sood face to face being speechless.
Ruthless truth : No way to be saved.
Our ultimate fate how to guess ?
It seemed dream, once we were so close.
Now our amour has left no trace.
Bell of adieu rang, we just froze.
Pallid petals in wilted rose.
Her Glittering eyes and red lips
Releases arrows on my hips
My buddy gave me some tips
& told, this will make your case fix
That arrow gave me the pressure
& I approached her with some treasure
I told this treasure will not last long as I
She chuckled & appreciated my try
Seems like last dream of mine
At the same time, I gave her a dine
Dine made her feel good
& She found me her Sonu Sood
That made my day happy
& I gifted her a puppy
Puppy made her heart melted
And that's the moment , I've not expected
Blessed the buddy with full distinction
Cause that made my heart to reach it's destination
Destination was set to her home
Then she introduced me nicely to her mom
Her mom found me a suitable boy
And revealed her family with full of joy.
been a long road
getting to the goal
they were blacks and white
sood up to the fight
for our rights
now we're at the top
we sweated a lot
to reach this love fountain
lets call it the
FREEDOM MOUNTAIN
Sometimes in life
We need a journey
A five year walk
Of intelligence and maturity
At the age of eleven
Thrust into the journey
A five year equation
Turned into four
Its stoichiometry persevering
A golden web
Spun glisteningly around
A silver blade
Ready with armour
Sood do you find
Its golden silk
Rots inside
Despite your glory
And quite honour
You suffer bruises
Cuts and blisters
And when your tedious journey is over
You stand precariously
Smiling
A true L.A. survivor
As I stood in the doorway,
I thought my life a blissful grey.
All the feelings I possessed
dangling on display.
Gathered in one sentence
held tender in my hand.
I need a lover
a man.
Table was grey
waiter taking pay
Flowers were so pink
I could not think.
I just sood there
the music in my eyes,
No words to say
no lies.
To see if he would hold me
or flee.
To confess his love
or me mine
a time
in total grey.
R. Risley
08/94
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