Can love be blind anyway?

I saw my mum yesterday
Tears pricking like sparkles trying to say
Something about that heavy ring
Which somehow did not bring
A smile onto her face
Marriage arranged
But now happiness diplaced.

Can love be blind anyway?

At the darkest night the moon radiating
The weakest light, peace creating
Their eyes lock but just for a second
And for rest of their lives
As my experience reckoned
The relation got red and they broke their ties.

Can love be blind anyway?

Her beauty was beyond compare
A poet sung 'bout that eyes, bare,
His voice slowly cracking
Her motherhood slowly coming near
He sung 'bout her day and night
She is beautiful, that's right,
The waving strands floating had their own wings
This secret admirer tried more to sing,
He was in love just as he said,
But now he's shoved to dread,
She broke her promises,
He broke his too,
Isn't love where promises rule?

Can love by blind anyway?

I think it's my time to have my say,
I'll see when I fall someday
Till then this question would forever sway.

Can love be blind anyway?

Let me write a sad limerick
Pouring out emotions from a skin so thick
Inking the pale page of no memories
Let me blow on it some gusty breeze
Let me write a sad limerick.

Let me write a sad limerick
Of my well being which sounds so sick
Hours of speculation make me famished
But I can't eat, my hunger has vanished
Let me write a sad limerick.

Let me write a sad limerick
I have a wall around built from dark brick
The trapped painful lonesome feelings
Tear me more, less healing
Let me write a sad limerick.

Let me write a sad limerick
You make me sadder you unhelpful *****
Leave my life, don't you see
There is no one that you can change me?
Let me write a sad limerick.

Let me write a sad limerick
Sick and tired of my mind's tricks
I want revenge then I'll be free
If I make him bleed I won't disagree
Let me now stop this limerick.

Long ago that day
A song crawled in my ear
Kissing the sunset in a pray
The sweetest sweetest one you could hear.

Better than at a breaking dawn
Farewelling the sun
Awn and awn
It folded my heart as the horizon run
Out of light of the drowning spot
There was something different
It was a melancholy strain, a lot.

The beautiful waves
Warped my tears
Pulling my legs
Closer to itself for me to clearly hear.

Blindly my way was made
By the voice my conscience afore-bade
When it first pricked my ears
With a farewell so beautiful,
So sad it brought out my tears,
To the shine going cuticle
'Tis a song better than at dawn
I hoped it went awn and awn and awn.

At the tip of mount
She sat
Knees on ground
Her beautiful lips suddenly spat
Infuriating tone cursing the winds
It wasn't a song it was a chit-chat
With someone for her heart stings.

Familiar her tone was
Long ago described by my mother
The old singer knelt down was
Someone whose tale had shuddered
My heart, my soul
This old lady
Once in a baby princess's role
Now sitting in dark shady
Sunset, was crying and wailing at them
Who destroyed her as they blasphemed
Her holy euphoria,
Her only joyful memoria.

The night darkens
And the story flashes
Of no Romeo no Juliet in their pretty garden,
But countless stars beating hardens
Not life of two but the whole universe
Let me start it with a violent verse....

(continued in Chapter 2)