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A sea of knowledge
Gradually switched over
To a sea of ignorance
And a veil of darkness
Prevailed in every
Nook and corner.
Desperate souls tried
Their level best
To lift the veil
But went in vain.
Seeking the Divine,
The source of light,
Every soul strived
To peel off -
Each powerful ruling vice
Attached to their bodies
And lo!
The veil of darkness
Drifted away and
Light began to flow.
Shattered windows and broken doors,
cast shadows across a tear-stained floor.
Broken dishes speak to silent walls
while unheard words cry out
that should be understood by all.

Nothing's left to see in these eyes of mine,
because life has frozen
all I ever hoped to find.
I write and search for a stream of memories,
but find no words that won't scar me.

My hands reach out with a shaking pen
composing a message in the dark once again.
Tonight I scratch on my skin
words of love
that should have never been.
Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Though I have found you within the walls, you arise
Checked with beauty full of bends and curves
Alone, you hold bright spaces
With the softest footsteps
Of great reserve

Who would have guessed that I would have found you
Emblazoned in all your infinite mystic light
Surrounded by a warm white mist
How hard your essence
Would be to fight

There for a while all was veiled in this warm white mist
Which flew in anew each day on the wind
I slept with feathers round my bed
Ignoring the burning bush
I defend

Now I sigh at the sight of your infinite mystic light
As the wind blows the mist aside
Though I have found you within the walls, I arise
To seek that from which
I hide
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
Oh lovely woman standing still
In a trance at the window sill
Staring at a grave with deathly thrill

'Why at night do you stand alone?
Staring at rotten flesh and bones
With lifeless shine which since has grown

Ah-He was the one you loved the most
And now wait for his autumn ghost
With silvery tears you held him close'

'No, he was the one who broke my past
the one who burned my yearning heart
the one who carelessly tore me apart.'
An alternate version to Thomas Hardy's 'In The Moonlight' by me.
Just Words

swindle
fraudulence
deceit
scam
those words cheat us
happy
joy
fun
laugh
those words bless us
depression
sadness
hopelessness
suicidal
those words worry us
bewildered
baffled
dumbfounded
perplexed
those words confuse us
awesome
amazing
terrific
outstanding
those words are us
love
lust
***
passion
those words excite us
jealous
selfish
vindictive
desirous
those words envy us
all these words can describe
everyday feelings we all share.
The Broken Ties of happier days,
    How often do they seem
To come before our mental gaze.
    Like a remembered dream;
Around us each dissevered chain,
I    n sparkling ruin lies.
And earthly hand can ne'er again
    Unite those Broken Ties.

The parents of our infant home,
    The kindred that we loved,
Far from our arms perchance may roam.
    To distant scenes removed,
Or we have watched their parting breath,
    And closed their weary eyes,
And sighed to think how sadly death
    Can sever human ties.

The friends, the loved ones of our youth,
    They too are gone or changed,
Or worse than all, their love and truth
    Are darkened and estranged;
They meet us in the glittering throng
    With cold averted eyes,
And wonder that we weep our wrong,
    And mourn our Broken Ties.

Oh !  who in such a world as this,
    Could bear their lot of pain,
Did not one radiant hope bliss
    Unclouded yet remain?
That hope the Sovereign Lord has given,
    Who reigns beyond the skies;
That hope unites our souls to Heaven,
    By Faith's enduring ties.

Each care, each ill of mortal birth,
    Is sent in pitying love,
To lift the lingering heart from earth,
    And speed its flight above;
And every pang that rends the breast,
    And every joy that dies,
Tell us to seek a safer rest,
    And trust to holier ties.
She's the ultimate girl,
I am her male version,
My dream come true...

Write all our poetry,
Lovingly compose it,
Only for each other..

Luckily for me,
She's a poetess,
Krispi it is you.
The title is in German language meaning "She is my girl"

My HP Poem #564
©Atul Kaushal
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