Where is our love, where did it go?
When did it slip away
My heart is sad for I loved you so
How did we come to this cruel day
I’m still the one you promised to love
To cherish and care for all of our life
We’d weather all storms, we’d rise above
A couple, a pair, husband and wife
But it seems in your anger you need someone to blame
And I’m always there in your line of fire
Such is your wrath you don’t remember my name
I’m only an object for venting your ire
But this violent storm I can no longer thole
It’s time to break free if I’m to survive
I’ve given too much, I’ve given my all
There’s no morsel left , I’m hardly alive
I’m walking out of this life, out of the door
Leaving behind all the hurt and the pains
The tender young love that we knew before
A heart-wrenching memory is all that remains.
What on earth did I do to deserve this fate ?
From my insouciance I awoke much too late.
'Tis to Tomi now in exile on the Black Sea
Augustus in his wisdom has condemned me.
Julia's company and that poem where I erred
Removed me from the leisured life I much preferred.
And now my sorry assize I needs must thole
With only my wife's tenderness me to console.
This crude and inclement clime I must now call home
Sequestered so far from my distant beloved Rome.
Surrounded I am by dull furs and guttural sounds
Where in my mind life with bright togas and verse abounds
If I am not to lose my precious muse
Their language I must learn and use.
Caesar hopes me to have metamorphosed
From sophisticate to rude yokel indisposed.
Yet my Epistulae ex Ponto plead for his mercy to contain
Hopes for my return to Rome, though that all looks in vain.
If my poetry cannot soften his implacable heart,
Then perhaps others will appreciate my art.
Enchained as I am in this Hades of a living tomb,
My poetry must transform it into my Elysium.
Where Rome was once my sucus et sanguis,
Tomi must now serve as my grand palace
I often lose myself
Amidst webs
Of weens and oneirisms.
I've built there
A diminutive colossus,
Of my little big imaginations.
There, even the driest martini
Moistens my parched saliva,
And soothes my soul.
And the sounds of silence deafens
The chaos within,
Which otherwise makes my heart thole.
Uncontested race with,
Unknown identities and,
Known strangers becomes easy to win.
With noticeable absence,
And quiet presence,
Of childish reluctance makes no sin.
There, cremated births,
Living dead and suicide victims
Are found missing.
For oneirism it is,
Where life can go on even,
With a small honey wrapped kissing.
~Nayanika Dey
©1942016
NEIL THE HYPERACTIVE
I am Neil the hyperactive one, yes the one and only Neil
I am Neil the one who don’t endure ********.
I am the person who doesn’t thole by the past.
I am a simple person who doesn’t let people define me, I define my self.
I live a simple life of respect others, making others happy is my passion.
Helping others to the top is my ambition. I live with other people advices.
I am the person who hates to vex other people.
I love to entertain people. Yes I am hyperactive and naughty.
I always make my name to the top by doing well to others.
I am living my life to live an empire that everyone will never forget.
I am living a life that makes everybody asking their self what kind of life I live?
That question will remain unanswered until they can understand the life of having objectives.
Polished flesh
Mischief soul
Innocent heart
Unhealed hole
Deluded love
Cackling rejoice
Left rambling
pain to thole
Betrayed trust
Torn feathers
of promises
Blooded pothole
Cosy cuddles
Eyes of care
Decaying traces
yearn parole
Melting eyes
Silent echoes
Sole loneliness
to console
Midnight days
Hollow nights
Obscure tunnel
Endless stroll
Semovedly thine voice shall have no echo to hear.
Inly there be only hollowness to see no distant.
Natheless hardy wind, thou shall be inconsistent.
Gradual flow upon thee, wilts bring many a tear.
Wellaway can be withered upwards into cheer.
Iwis my heart and thou will bloom constant.
Thole stint without thee voice, time is non-existent.
Hark thy sweet melody showers over my fear.
Courage of mine shall champion forthcoming tune.
Heavenly fairies shall dance for both our souls.
I shall cherish and marry in month of June.
My love will grant me all musical controls.
Erelong our passion will bloom as we swoon.
Singing with chimes enriches our passionate goals.
Loneliness
Lonely so lonely, so empty, I cry
What is this feeling that’s draining me dry?
Weary so weary, no zest anymore,
Sleep does not conquer and rest won’t restore.
Is it depression? I can’t tell for sure
No pills or potions affecting a cure.
Praying for lightness, a lifting of doom,
A small spark of brightness piercing the gloom
Your leaving, an ache, my heart has to thole
Your lack of loving, beyond my control
But here in my life a painful regret
Our time together I’ll never forget
Yea, thou cometh before me once too oft’.
For I am charged to cast thee in Bridewell.
Thy audience pleases with voice so soft;
Shall I divide the child to make all well?
Lest thou enamor me I have no choice,
'Tis not I but my throne has been defiled.
Whereby thy pleas cometh in soften voice,
And black begets white as mouths spew wild.
Thy ‘sblood in kine hast bid me prevalence;
The road to hell, paved with good intentions.
To wit; thou hast spake thy benevolence.
You seek the grace of my interventions,
Yet umbrage admits to Gods’ lower world.
I shall thole thy thistles with love unfurled.
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