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James Jarrett Apr 2014
Oblivion, oblivion, hope of the ******.

Your dark waters lap incessantly at the

shores of life.

Washing, ever eroding, until that day when

the body as stark and white and naked as

it was when it left the depths of your abyss

plunges headlong into your black waves
From "Lunch with the ******"
K Balachandran Apr 2014
Red rose
reflecting the color of love
in our cursed world,
since the day
you lost your gloss,
and looking so pale,
lost and forlorn
the moon has lost her sheen,
that held us close,
Waves of the sea lost their tune
and had fallen mute,
the sea breeze
completely evades
my path, as if I had
unfairly jilted her friend.
The beams of sun lost
their warmth,
the mingled fragrance
I inhale from my garden
where  variety of flowers bloom,
is now absent,
My pale, maudlin rose
disconcerted I am
beyond words,
what has the world done
to you for you to loose your hue,
shall I fall in love with you
all over again,
make your heart dance with love,
at the move of my wand?
Set the wrong of the world
right once again, with my tears
shall we be whole,once again
like before?

— The End —