Essence and colors of twilight
ceased my heart,
yet, still I have looped
on your thinking, my darling

Snowflakes have covered the trees
underneath cold wind blows from north
my spirit become low,
what a teach of the nature!

Darkest horizon what it has meant,
that threats my nights and days-
stars have blended, apart from hopes
clouds are whirling on drifted edge,

Dreams have broken,
run with autumnal cloud
I can rather want to you,
my darling

As alluring attention that dies,
with illusion and hallucination

The last, ever and forever,
my confession

I will die with a claim
of romantic torment,
‘O' darling and you will face,
the rude reality at the end -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

A great Orb is held aloft
by the boughs of a giant Oak tree.
~
Sighing with the wind, the Oak
shifts his branches and catches
a wandering butterfly.

Holding the butterfly
carefully closely up high,
the Oak can hear her song
of beauty and of brevity and
a million moments in the sun.
The Oak stretches and responds
with ages and acorns long gone,
whilst above them the Orb
glistens with glee.  

Tickled by the wind the Oak laughs and
shudders his boughs reflexively
- the butterfly launches
herself back into the bright sky
- the Orb softly pulses
goodbye.
~
A great Orb is held aloft
by the boughs of a giant Oak tree.

If life is but a series of confessions
Then, allow me to confess
Cause this unavoidable winter chill
Is making me reel
For once just tell me how you feel
Tell
Me
How
You
Feel

***

I fake myself through the day
Probably about 170 different ways
Underplaying wrong intentions
Avoiding any type of intervention
I allow the masses to steal
Anything I have left that makes me feel real

Maybe it's the universe
Fate is often twisted
Because I can't stop giving
Beyond the cost of living
This life is unforgiving
And I'm too broke to afford the cost of healing

© 2014 Peach