Hallow, most serene,
Wooed with words wonderfully woven
Into love scrolls and scrips;
That delighted the pages of her heart...

Suddenly, his wind strayed,
Became the author of all her pains;
Scrambling every word...
Haling, hurling, hurting; till they taunt.

Love died that fateful day,
Buried beneath bosoms of frustration;
Amongst tormenting thorns,
To sprout anew, bud and blossom but....

She lingers, assured someday,
She'll become the bouquet on his gravestone;
Whence fate will cheer and jeer.

'Been tripped,
Fallen, risen, dusted…
Kept walking.

Wings bestowed;
You, the wind
Bolstering to soar.

Suddenly…

My feathers,
You plucked;
Left helpless.

I’m plunging…

Unsure,
When or where
I’ll crash!

Once this breath,
Existence gasps to grasp;
When wrath is wrought with wreath,
And fate, life bequeaths
Unyielding hasp;
Upon all, death's arms shall clasp.

Beyond bounds…
Colours, creeds and cultures,
Death's assured end shouldn’t be forgotten;
All’s bestowed ‘same measure,
Once birth is begotten.

Tempting, thy twirling trails...
Yet through timeless thunder and tempest,
Thy teasing taunts I wholeheartedly embrace and trace
To tread upon torturous and treacherous thorns...

Catch a glimpse of thy  glory,
Touch that tantalizing streams of dreams;
In whom I'm submerged into secret symphonies of seduction,
But in realm of reality; torments with wishful wishes...

Swirl my swelling surge with sweet shivers,
Spare thou my sizzling sickness with a slice of thy subtlety.
To ****** with fact beyond fantasy's fiddles...

Suddenly, ardor
Felt as frigid as rigid;
Desirous enfold
Once charming and warming
Left timid as placid...

Sweet affection
Tasted so sour to spew,
Enthused kisses
Lost fantasy's flavour and fervor;
As dish, dressed in disdain.

Served without soul,
My sensitivity she spun to shun...
Me, the spurn she shoved.

O' thou broken heart of mine,
If only thou art hearkened this once
To ceaseless pleas from my head...

Thy most cherished calm,
Wouldn't have dissipated in disarray;
In that enticing canoodle of chaos...

Dressed solely to dazzle,
Thine essence to dance to drumbeats;
Whence love' stripped as mere lust.

Momentary threads,
Knitted by nature’s craftsmanship;
Delicates into intricate
Entwined betwixt and between...

Thou, amongst others,
Breathes contentment, exudes pleasure;
That blissful delight,
Unfazed by complexities..

Thee everyone covets,
Only few embrace thine essence;
Whose existence
Frequently fickle and fades.