When I asked you what your name was
You replied and said, “It’s Love”
Then I asked you what your song is
You then sang the song of a dove
Please chirp to me your fancy
Make me rock to your lullaby
Flap with wings that dance free
So we can sing that Love does fly.

My pen is dripping
from my heart and soul,
hoping to grow
a bit more beautiful
each day.

Last night I dreamed I was holding onto you,
I could feel my arms losing you as
my eyes fluttered awake.
I missed you immediately.
I wish you were here

I shall saunter
on and on
upon this road,
alone,
without you.



Your presence
I yearned for,
in past times when ideas were scarce.
Like a lion,
will patrol about its cubs.



Like a giraffe
would her baby spank, to life
with a few loving kicks.
I craved,
that you nurse me....



To believe
in the possibility of my dreams....
Yet I called out to you
and darkness responded.



You haunted me in my fear's shadows.
You tormented me
without relent
in my loneliness.



You scorned my every move
to excel.
Persisting
in maintaining 'miserable'
in my existence.



I stopped to conquer,
now at my feet you lay...
Pleading
on bended knees,
bound in the fetters
of a deadly plague.

Life
These days
She combines for
Me, more in number
Than ever I reason may
Be. Of melancholy she sends
A sincere gift. While I deal with
The endless drought.Emanating from
beautiful challenges, a proof of my existence.



Joys
They brush
In a while, later
Their crannies are void.
Choked with vacuum. I bask in
The uniqueness of my tomorrow. Then
Hope hugs me. She embarrasses  me with endless suspense. Whispering like never  
Before. Seducing me like an icy-cold ice-cream.





Nearly
Melting away
In the sun's
Merciless  heat. Praying to
Be savoured on the tongue.
My tongue, precisely. Sooner
Than I may conciously realize. Like
A mirage they all voyage into extinction.





I gasp
In astonishment
As sluggishly I clad
Myself with hope when all
Seen may be supposedly washed away.

The
Old man
Sits overflowing with
Mercy. Little of which for
Himself  he reserves. Wrinkled to the
Point of his unbelief. For he  reminisces
Upon the days when he knees jutted out,
So gracefully they sensed no aches and Creaks. A sensational torture for him These days, which might be till his eyes He shuts in darkness.



Upon
A ponder he
Recalls his memory
Serving him so vividly.



When
Nature's breeze
Was the air
He spoke. His hands
Moved, so pumped with speed.
Spurned round and round in the
Tremendous heat. Showing off strength, Speaking of it in ounces.
Bullying  with his words, swindling with his deeds.
Smiles of triumph brush his lips.



'Contemptuos satisfaction'
Screams his lips.
Belittling all around him.
His streak it remained, despite the
Years rolling relentlessly by.Now sealed Permanently in a smirk of regret, as his Sun gradually oranged from the it's Golden rays. Smokeyblue it became.
With a bundle of  shadows bubbling all around.



Left
With no
Friends, lonely with
Echoes. Echoes of emptiness.
Shame. Like an empty shell with its
Occupants lost. Never to be found. Was  it worth it?  Wonders he. All those years
Of  painting sincere pain. Bitter-sour
Scenes on the heroic stage of cruelty.



Was
It worth it?
There he sits, his
Thoughts wandering,lost.....