Must we be scared to dive from the cliff just cause death may present??

Must we hold ourselves stagnant cause one left us cold??

Should we breathe only cause its required not because its worth it??

Should we love only cause its whats we are supposed to do??

Should we die cause one wouldn’t let us live??

Alas we should fight for our chance at life!!!

Alas we steal back our hearts from those who have stolen it!!!

Alas we rejoice for we are meant to live with love and happiness!!!

Everlasting….

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Could you for once, listen to my beckoning you?
I am sinuous like an empty sound,
With sobs, sighs and signs flowing towards you.
In the wilderness of anguish, I was wondering
And probing my mirage, of my passions.
The dreams I beheld has corroded
By the storm generated by, endless time.
Blossomed sweetness of frangipani, in the garden,
Has disappeared from the decrepit life.
Have you forgotten me altogether?

You are sleeping on a bed spread out
With innumerable memories, of our togetherness;
Titillating the emotions, every day,
Permeating the aroma of a forest of sandalwood.
My distress turned to hymns, smothering
Your tender limbs and cuddling you in your slumber.

Did you drift away from me, sharing all your
Love and tenderness, in compassion, leaving
Me abandoned and despondent and in deep anguish?
Deserting me and taking away your alluring adoration.
Can’t you for once attend my call just to
Understand my plight and how I feel about it?

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Life is a flaming ocean, and desires are
Floating in there, at times delving into
Depths and again, surfacing with the froths.

Grief is a point in life.
Happiness another one
Life swings as a pendulum between
Theses two points, in despair and joy
That is Life…A pendulum.

Inception, in cries and tears
Then grows and develops, a big smile
Enveloped in happiness and mirth;
Beguiled by the crafty world;
Returns to tears and grief, at last.
This is the throbbing music of the clock,
The song of the life forces of the universe,
Measuring time and the hands mortify.
Yet time will flow on…

It unfurls ingenuity in the soul.
Radiates, a thousand magnificent hues, in mind.
Passions transform to bright stars in the hearts,
Turns later, to become ‘Black Holes’ in the Milky Way
The dawn greets you, with smiles
The dusk flushes you with splendor
Yet earth will still rotate, on its axis

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The acquiescent delight in the heart meekly exhaled,

Is seeking you, as the stream, for the ocean;

Like the brook hugging the sandbank, meander

By kissing the shores, then swells into a river

In its thrust to reach the Ocean, finally

Become roaring waves, accosting you.

My dearest, I tender my veneration as tears…

My homage brimming from the heart as droplets

Of my blood, deliquescent with my love!

Tears, as flowers of spasm, of my pain.

From the forsaken life you have gifted me…

And sighs of the bleeding heart, in anguish.

I remember the day, when you came to me

With your amiable smirk, and entered

The depth of my soul, with a big bang.

Reminiscing those moments, I lie down,

Whimpering in solitude, on my bed.

Words stutter in the breast, eyes wandering

In the horizon, illegible mutterings;

Quivering lips, groans soaked in tender love;

Fizzy desires, flash floods in the eyes shedding

Remorseful rhapsodies, moments closing the eyelids;

Wavering emotions, asinine thoughts;

Pearls of sweat, sprouting on the fainting frame,

Embracing grief; rare moments of sweet tears of the psyche;

Rapture filled showers of raindrops

Causing magnificent rainbows in sentiments;

Passions immersing in wingless consciousness;

Radiant countenance filling with love from

The shedded leaves of memory, of life are throbbing;

Out flowing strains of pleasure from the flourishing love

Of the mind, inside a world of dreams,

Are fading away with the immobile ecstasy in my memory…..

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This night, these melodies, these festivities,
My angel!, will vanish into thin air..
The dreams we fondle today, will yield to harsh realities.
The mirth we hold on our lips, will fade to whimpers.

It is perfect while it lasts, ecstatic, sweet, and passionate.
Every moment a celebration!
Every night an odyssey, through the shores of
Lascivious pleasures and passions.
Every morning, filled with remembrances
Of plays, enacted in our bedchamber;
Of romantic ardours, sending shock waves
All through the senses, springing sensations;
Soul stirring, bewitching…

Here, in this night, when waves of every vital tissues
Are seeking its mate, for its unison,
This lake immersed in modesty, writes it stories
In poems, in the moonlight, with its toe nails.
Do we have any more secrets between us,
Left out to be narrated, of our amatory tales?

In here the fascinating flowers are blooming,
To weave a veil of moonlight to cover the nakedness
Of the virgin earth, in embrace with the nature,
Do we have any more emotions left out in us
To exchange, at this hour, before I leave you?

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Mislaid heavens! You have given me

A throne of plaintive domain, a broken one,

Where groans, are whisking, from all sides.

The smiling sky with the rainbow of love

Has disintegrated and wandered away from meโ€ฆ

She dried up my tears with her heart touch

Writing radiant dreams in my eyes;

Thrusting ravishing poesy in my lips

Transformed as a withered flower under my treads,

In the lonely path, of my poignant sentimentsโ€ฆ

Sleep! Shattered dreams, and dissipated desires.

Do not kindle insipid cloying passions any more.

Do not uncork my enthralling philter.

Sleep now; fall down and sleep; efface your memory.

In the cloister of this forlorn life,

Mute feelings are effusive, but useless.

Days of blooming laughter and amusement are prologues,

And foreshadows, in the journey to desolation!

Donโ€™t cry, my heart! Do not saunter seeking dreams.

For dreams are meaningless; urges and desires

Are only nuances, of the self obsessed greed, in the mind!

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by: paisley

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