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Jimmy Solanki Feb 2014
The revelry of wanderers
The mystic hunger of lovers
The amusement of the wise
The sun shining for the flowers
Falling in, you realise
The love and its wonders

A speck of shining metal
And memories ethereal
And the plots you devise
Can only get more surreal
Falling in, you surmise
The love is corporeal

The thoughts make you shiver
And you shall surrender
To memories you fraternise
Though one must remember
Falling in, memorise
The love was real
Jimmy Solanki Feb 2014
The heart is broken
The dark swallows
All that is left
Words that were spoken
The rest will follow
Like emotional theft

Symphonies of destruction
Have raided us
Annihilate the peace
Words are banal notions
Of half dead masses
Half-slaughtered

Save yourself
The comfort
of Denying the reality
Your demons shall all
Be laid bare now
The frailty of banality
Jimmy Solanki Feb 2014
Unruffled,
those feathers tell me
how rough its all been
But it can never be
can never be,
the same again

Disastrous
Your skin is so cold
Take away
All you're told
How can it ever be
Can it ever be
the same again

A silence in the breeze
A hope thats reeled
Just a steely mime
But I have no regrets
No regrets
This time
Jimmy Solanki Feb 2014
Here lay the souls of the dark
Under the deadly nightshade
Here the fair are sundered apart
Doomed are those who tarry

Sleeping under the Sorcery
The Necromancer is biding
A living desolation
The brave and the fair are falling
Here lay the foes of life
'Mirkwood' is a forest in the famous Lord of the Rings series by JRR Tolkien. Mirkwood is a synonym for Dark Wood. In the series, it is Mirkwood where Sauron, the dark lord, finally regains his strength to reclaim power and become an evil force again. To be precise, it is situated in Dol Guldur, a tower in Mirkwood.
Jimmy Solanki Feb 2014
Shivers pass through
Your every breath
Uncontrollable fear
Nothing is clear

Shivers pass through
Your every thought
You could run away
You could stop and stare

Slow-mo sickness
Know all the grains of sand
Repetitiveness
Destiny in your hand

Shivers pass through
Your every word
Soul-stained, taint
Incoherent and quaint
Jimmy Solanki Feb 2014
The requiem for your soul
The corkscrew of words
The iron, wrinkle your folds
The messenger of dreams
The insider, the mole

Your repose from the turmoil
The engine of your love
The labour of your toil
Your eternal defender
The rescuer of despoil

All I ever was
All I ever will be
All you need
I am all you need
Jimmy Solanki Feb 2014
Old knees creaking
Never really running and never giving in
And their souls are screaming
For the graves beckoning

Deep in the hearts of flowers
Where the fragrances lie dormant still
There are burning desires
Where shadows flirt
And minds still deny
A destiny unfruitful

And that is where my heart does lay
Where your feet walked upon the earth
And your smile rushed through the mirth
And that is where my heart does lay
Where your fragrance still is felt
And your lips touched mine
And no war will erase this memory
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