4 and 20: Short Form - Hello Poetry

you are [S]uch a cryptic [E]y[E]

of once m[I]sery, of once truth,

[M]y self[I][S]h devotion[S] for love,

[Y][O][U] made me swallowed.

Believe me, [I] lied to myself

o[N]ly wh[E]n I can s[E]e you, or hear,

hate me now, for I'm not a [D]evil

beyond everybody's borders.

But if [Y][O][U] can't find a key for hatred,

then shut your mouth and kiss me...

Feb 2012

K Balachandran

simmering fires within

simmering fires within,
bring body, mind,and soul alive;
fire in ***** is desire, digestive fire-
energizes; *soul, a solitary flame.

Feb 2012

JK Cabresos

Why poetry is made? (10W)

To escape
one's melancholic reality,

and feed
his barbaric fantasies.

Feb 2012

K Balachandran

an ascend to the peak

' make haste' she urges,
as they clamber to the peak.
an orange sun violently explodes,
** culminating in mindblowing fire works.

Feb 2012

K Balachandran

shameless moon

Keep that window open,
let the prying moon,
openly watch,
the secrets of our love.

Feb 2012

JK Cabresos

Blue Eyes

Blue eyes covered
with burdens of life,
trying to find remedy
beneath the moonlit night.
Looking at the future,
as future is dead,
tomb of forgiveness,
buried on graveyard of hatred.

Blue eyes covered
with symphony of the breeze,
wondering of happiness,
but happiness withered.
Nature of the eyes to show
the feeling of emptiness,
and no one is strong enough
to stop the falling of the tears.