Poignancy
is best expressed
through poetry-
prose takes second place

I never asked you
    to trust me implicitly -
    'twas your fault
     don't blame me!

     No advantage
     of you did I take
     nor was I manipulative -
     not even once did I fake.

To love poetry
is to love life
in greatest intensity
despite our individual strife

infinite strength, hope
and comfort it does shower
its every word raises us above
and blessing it confers every hour

but we all lie -under some circumstance,
either to protect or to avoid hurting that person

You are in the midst
          of listening to internet music
          ( your favourite classics)
          and all of a sudden
          from nowhere
          came along the advert
          that mercilessly cut it off-
          aren't you tempted
          to reach out
          for a sharp knife
          to stab the disturber ?

         The flow of music-lines
         has been lost
        like a broken vase
        your enjoyment has been  tossed

       into nothingness -
       you'll have to return
      to the very beginning
      with a high degree of pain

All alone
  in my humble study
  I read until late hours-
   religiously

   to another realm
   I am transported- mysteriously :
   daily it has become my sanctuary
   and from my sorrows it sets free

Every life
has its own shadow
though not all
of such are aware or know

it's hidden in
the subconscious's labyrinth
and over time it does darken
to that path a person hasn't been

such is the nature
of the insidious shadow
to its darkness it clings
itself it hates to show

how apart it does  it stand
from its inborn owner
when his last hours have been taken
the mystery remains forever