"enjoins" poems
The battle enjoins.
Years empty into minutes.
Few.
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
Fire place burnt till the wee hours of silence,
Familiar red hot cinders, crackling fire diminished.
O little Maiden, my unheard voice is whispering to you.
People believe walls have no hearts,
Yet I feel your pure silent pain.
Sword in one hand, knife blade on the other,
You must be an unknown warrior.
Your dancing shadow tells me your story,
I embrace them within these four walls,
Exactly how they capture portraits in halls.
When you ponder over life near my blessed window,
Mister spider sometimes enjoins you in goodness.
You gaze at the night sky, filled with celestial bodies.
Tonight, the candle wax turns red in your blood.
Once again, I whisper the word "endure" in your ears.
You lie down restlessly in that cosy bed,
Then you stare right through me.
With a blink or two,
You paint poetry with those mysterious eyes.
I get mesmerized instantly as I dissolve in your storm.
Scattered grey words everywhere,
Save me, forgive me, love forgotten,
Poignant, motionless, catastrophe,
Beloved, mortals, eternity,
And I can’t reminisce what else.
Soft morning rays diminished the daunting night,
I wait for your true love to break me down,
Brick by brick.
For I vowed your future shall not be bleak,
You have to see the horizon, least take a peek.
Kept you long in these four walls,
Fallen in love with your divine soul.
Now it is time for you to shine,
As I shiver upon my destruction.
O dear maiden of my world,
You spread nothing but euphoria.
I will remember your poetry,
Just keep these four walls,
That were your shield in your memory,
For only they know your untold story.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
So here I sit
10 times removed from all my sadness
looking upon what would be the image of my happiness.
I reach for something tangible...to convince myself this is real
As if she reads my mind she extends her hand
it touches m... in ways only she understands.
The language we speak known only to lovers.
Yes....we are engaged in that blissful dance
in a place where time enjoins us
a co-conspirator...as we become...one
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC