Suffocating under this hopeless violent shade
of an exotic violet
Peeking through the clouds of all divine nature
saw
The tiresome one dragging his insignificantly weightless soul
and deeply profound mournful shadow
over the wisely aged support of ground
and
under the heart condensingly
sole comforting warmth
of the frightening sharp sight of the assuring moon's gaze
and
while he ever slowly decays
with unshaken belief of his haplessness
what turned from a sudden and short view
became a never more enchanted relief
and
REVEALATION
from life's start
to life's continuation
here the story lies:
Habitually crossing the windows
One can’t help but notice the existence of two brothers
Although, residing under one unfascinating roof
With all frustration, one will definitely notice that
The place of residence is not one
But in reality two by division
One main, one sub as it is under
The elder of the relation
Appears sadly clueless to the other’s existence
Having never doubt, in all possible faith, his loneliness
Though, the younger, might be well aware of the duo
Nonetheless with pains, anger, and the uttermost speechless helplessness
All his doing, or knowing
Is always credited to the elder
While the latter accepts the acknowledgment in complete bewilderment
the tale In oneself
without the deeper implication is enough of misfortune
for us to pity the Self
This one is from my high school days when I used to hate love poems for some reason, when now that's all I write about.
Sub-conscious
Modified: Yue ****, September 20th, 2010 11:25PM
