A Repenting Lover.

I am going through this incredible phase of my life trying hard to convince myself and people who cares, how simple minded I am. The problem is the world around is too complicated to understand someone who cares more spiritually than materially.

     A new set of poems are near completion so in the coming months you all will be able to see those poems here. That is another confusion in mind as the kind of style I write must change. From romantic poems to epic style is not an easy transformation. I may very well be booed by all when the first two three poems comes out. But hold your breath they are coming.

   Now this poem, last night I was watching REVERENDB show on blogtv after finishing my show. At that time I was browsing through some of my scribbles and found a line, the last line of the poem. Rather than writing from top to bottom this is a poem worked from bottom to top. The situation is very real. The lines that says about walking and running laughing are an adaption of a event I saw in a Malayalam T.V serial.

 

Enjoy the poem.

 

A Repenting Lover.

 

In a night with storms that sway,

Even stars that are far away,

Lightning in rhythms of thunders danced,

And all around the silent lands crashed.

 

You took hands of night and danced,

And spread the dark all around,

You made pain from every step you laid,

And into a soul whispered, loveless sonnets.

 

Ah’ why through those paths you ventured,

Why washed away the graffiti that symbolized,

What in the depths of heart felt, and conveyed?

And through a prism looked into dark skies for love?

 

Owls and bats at the first light back to their nests went,

There is nothing to express pain filled expressions to,

Rain washed away dirt from material existence,

The new born sun dried wet lands faster in kindness.

 

A thousand times to forgive you I prayed,

And any wrong thoughts from your heart faded away,

In laughs that echoed through the plains I walked,

Then ran as fast as I could from oneself to escape,

As none can shed a tear in forgiveness of my unaccepted love.

 

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