"unbecomingly" poems
Scourge consumed my wake in the growing path
I fed fear with awe; my hope grew unbecomingly
The face I unravelled the world with—in half
them to love me wholly is wishful thinking; chaotic rather
An old, dreadful time of which I lived in
reminiscing nullifies bliss
Faith anew is pain in another round
I, alone, revolve in bane; no more radiant
To unveil partially—my life is enough
like the moon, I hide myself in half
Memories of affliction scarred; lament under the dark heaven
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
When love becomes a universal migraine:
Forest of Broken Dreams
His kisses were illegal
Passionate, yet surprisingly forceful
Better than his first
More memorable than his second
His third smooch was as cold as a Bollywood kiss
I close my eyes every day,
And I asked God, why some people think
That it is a sin to be poor,
It is not good thing to take that tour,
Down memory lane,
Reliving all those slam doors
Jeering, body shaming and the pretending:
Looking back, and feeling
that they love was like a charity case
Forgiveness is not what most of us think:
Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth;
Those lips that we kiss;
Were lethal, like a late night walked
On a lonely street,
Love is patient, but not kind…
Love is a universal migraine..
with a combination of the wood nettle vine
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC