Wednesday, 12 November 2014

A Song Like No Other...

And there was a song I wrote for you,
A song like no other, no other than the songs
I sung to you, a song written with rhythmic beats
Of my heart, immense feelings and love,
Words borrowed from the depth
Of an ageless soul, remarks a life in lost memories.
And this song shall remain the last of me
For my words would come alive when I find you,
And I shall sing, the best of me, to the mere picture in my eyes,
An endowment for the beauty sculpted from my heart.

And when I found you amidst all impossibility
A smile ran through my lips,
A dazzling flash on my heart,
Alive were the words, enlightening my mind,
Cuddling me into an embrace, soul-to-soul,
A feeling; I had you alone, forever;
And as my lips touched yours,
You took my song away, on your breath,
Unsung on the lips, a wicked smile,
Humming as you walk along the wilderness…

Monday, 24 February 2014

The Farewell

Etched in blood and sculpted in stone
Lay the verses cold, he once wrote,
Shaded in paleness of the fallen leaves
The grave silent, no echo ever conceives.

And just at night, he cries her name,
Screaming within the burning heart
Nothing consoles his destined shame
For the daring night hides, the gloomy day departs.

A poet by midnight, dreamer by day,
Darker in thoughts, living a shadowy dismay,
For light elude his existence
Yet he has more to convey.

Walking slowly into a forgotten path
With silence still tasting the same,
The pain in heart still remains
For the guilt and sorrow never fades away.

And the pages foretells a tale of love
Where death betokens the broken ties,
And tears smear through his written verses
For all he could write are final goodbyes.