and I am still seeking your shadow in the essence of every woman...
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 5:02 AM UTC
Once my ego vanishes,
My desires are quenched by ultimate satisfaction,
Once my memories are forgetten
and sweapt by the withered autumn wind,
Once my ego, lust and memories,
Are gone with the withering wind,
Once that happens, my dear,
I will cease to exist.
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
Timelessly, limitlessly the braches soard to the sky,
Tirelessly, fatiguely the roots hit the core of earth,
From cerrulean heights to crimson dark depths,
Lied the distance between self and wisdom of heart,
Not sure if it is loftiness or suicidal thoughts of death,
Not sure if it is a revolutionary act of anarchy,
Or just a free spirit, free rebelious depart.
ACT OF KISS
Lost, in knowing self, lost between the crowds,
Lost in my own thoughts, lost in my own mind,
Lost, a loner, I had been, thou I had seekth,
In the deepest roots of my heart,
In the most complex dark corners of myself.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
*Have you known what lies underneath,
A simple promise, what it may conceal?
You say I adore you,
I say,
I can't live without you.
You say I admire you,
I say,
What happens, when you are gone?
Shall I live, or drown in eternal morn?
You say you are stunning,
I say,
You are breathtaking,
What happens, again when I breathe?
Would I find this pure air,
An absolute freedom, or despair?*
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
*My doctor offered me a cure,
For my dull ill heart so pure,
He nodded his head,
And grabbed a paper instead,
Which he left next to my bed,
"Don't open it till I am gone,"
He said.
I waited for a moment,
Till I heard the cracking of the door,
He gentley slammed it for sure,
''Why would he do that?"
I said.
I took the paper to unfold,
To read what was untold,
My hands shivered,
My heart stopped,
instead,
It was eloquently folded,
Like the coffin of the dead,
His black ink on white,
His italic messed up writing,
Not a prescript, but a funeral,
Instead.
Between those elegant lines,
He said,
**"You, my dear patient,
Are lost in despair,
You are on earth,
With a lofty heart,
Pardon me,
Pardon my knowledge,
There is no cure for that,
You are a poet, cures are futile,
Medicine is useless,
Your desires are uncontrolled,
They are not meant to be,
But they are your drug,
You are addicted to that,
Pleasures are your weakness,
Such a lofty weakness,
But alas,
Such a dreadful terminal illness,
Try a poem a day,
instead.
As there is nothing to heal you with,
in my head.
A poem a day,
Keep me at bay."***
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
*I met her for a while,
It lasted longer,
Or less than a while,
All I remember,
Just like that,
She came out of the blue,
All I have now,
Is a bitter feeling
For such a meeting,
All I have now,
Is a dead heart,
And lost mind in the blue,
She came,
She made me feel,
She left,
And ended the deal.
A meeting, a feeling,
Then a vivascious desire.
A departure,
An eternal regret,
For a soul I admire.*
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC
*I have written a rhyme,
Long time ago, and lost it in time,
In dark nights of no sleep,
It was like a feeling burried so deep,
Burning of eloquent desire,
Of all pleasures that I admire,
In a heart so clumsy and dire.
You came with a peculiar charm,
And easily found the lost rhyme,
You reminded me how to feel,
To share what I always conceal,
Your presence is like a kiss,
That blossoms on my lips,
Every time we could speak,
I imagined what could be,
A sin to imagine or acquire,
O those feelings and desire,
Shall I keep deep and conceal?
Shall I wait for you to find,
The way you found that rhyme?
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
*Has God given me what is needed,
For such a perfection to be noted,
How could I describe the absolute,
With words so humble and suggest less.
Had I lost the words to portray,
To betell her countenance in patience,
Had I lost it for once and for all,
Once I figured language was useless.
Her eyes coloured the beautiful skies,
With an everlasting cerulean existence,
Crushing on the very end of the horizon,
With incessant waves of a wild ocean.
The way she looked at me and smiled,
Turned the gates of lofty heavens open,
I briefly sank in her unconscious mind,
In her crystal thoughts and wonders.
I was driven in her brief flashbacks,
of serene dreams of childish innocence,
It was a different realm of existence,
Where every feeling had a certain sense.
There was something so clear in there,
In that ****** never ending haven,
It reflected myself in a peculiar way,
It was only better, sincerely magnificent,
Her lips never stopped while I sank,
In that purely irrational instance,
I didn't hear her voice, never at all,
Her thoughts were verbally omniscient.
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
*Woe, my worthless self.
Woe, thy present distress,
Woe, thy miserable fact,
That thou knit in the past.
Woe, thy hunger to accomplish,
Thy enthusiasm to will and be,
Blame thyself of short efforts,
Of a selfish desire that matters.
Woe, for thou, as a selfish being,
Living a lie, without seeing,
Further than a wish, a dream.
Wishing upon a sun,
that'll never rise,
Or,
Beam.*
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
*Whither is light during darkness?
Whither is life after death?
Whither is logic in madness?
Whither is hope in nothingness?
Whither is the beginning after the end?*
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC