Pain filled her face but still as an ornament appeared, As in frustration, she tried to take her earring stuck, Every passing minute added anger and pain but in vain, Those lovely ears turned red as she persevered through pain.
Strength of her mind increased in sheer determination, As stubborn became the earring and stayed stuck, Pain grew through every vein of her and my eyes too welled, A touch of love from her soul through her filling eyes I felt.
In the folds of her heart, a glimmer of hope I saw, Hope in her resolve to conquer this minor hinder, Her struggle may sound so small to all who hear and read, But her strength and perseverance touched all who saw.
I will forever remember her courage and grace, When my own obstacles in future I may face in life’s race, For even in pain, anger, and pitiless adversity, She taught me to find love and strength in simplicity.
The ticking clock haunted heartbeat like a beast, As swarms of memory from past woke and wept, The stillness of mother nature still nurtured, Threads of romantic dreams yet to be weaved.
Gone by are the days of love I thought, As age grayed my beard and parts of head, “Much older you are” a fairy told and left, And my love I laid to rest, Ah’, at least I thought.
Somewhere from the good old days of mine, I pulled the good I learned and forgave, All who left without kindling the candles of love, As darkness gave me charming looks of youth.
When in meditations of loneliness I sat, Darts passed me by and my eyes opened, To see who aimlessly hunts me in dark, Her aim was sharp but missed me deliberately.
Found her hidden in camouflage of woods so green, The light of love filled a lightless lover, ah love resurrected, Who is she, and why from all colors of the world she hide? I forgot every love begins the same, from unknown to known.
A piece of music unheard she whistled and I heard, The story of a seeker of pure soul and kind heart, And in return, I asked “Am I so pure and kind to you?”, And to me, she sang “Open thy eyes from thy inner heart”,
I rested my head on the fat Oak beneath I sat, And every sense found a change from all corners of life, Every bit of color from everything unpeeled and fell, As she showed me her true self of perfect purity.
I stood up and to her, I said, “The world needs us as a change, As our love may erase darkness from many eyes in and out, Then there is a world out there that will try to tear us apart, To face all that if you are ready, hold my hand and guide me right.”.
As hand in hand out of the woods we walked, The world indeed looked black and white and each step of ours, Colored the world around and filled with springtime blooms, Our story may still be black and white but colors awaited us ahead.
Through the hallway of the old building she walked, Face hidden from my searching eyes, Ah’, only her back in view, Her right hand was tenderly clasped in her left, As if life’s shallow feelings she never wants to let go.
In a white shirt and skirt, below her knees, The right side of her thigh was revealed, with boots of black. Her untamed hair danced on her back, And with each step, an exotic beauty was unveiled.
The walls of the hallway echoed her grace, As she passed, her beauty was a blessing, Her presence was felt, though her face was unseen, The hallway filled with her presence, so sweet.
The girl continued and vanished in the twilight, A memory of her beauty, ever present in the night, Her silhouette stayed in the minds of those who saw her, Etched in the walls of that old building forevermore.
From that day for many days in mind a heavy weight I carried, Her face I thought I must have seen, my mind forever craved, What beauty that face must have had, Oh’, wishes restless ran, Then to that hallway where I saw her I once more went,
And alone through that hallway, I walked in her imitation, Somewhere in my mind echoed an embossed thought, Life got better with just a beautiful face of her sketched, By the walls, roof, and floors in my mind, her beauty in perfection.
With pen in hand and heart ablaze, I’ll try my hand at poetry today. I’ll weave some words to create a tale, Of love, of loss, of hope, of travail.
The world around us, so vast and grand, A canvas for the poet’s hand. The trees that sway, the birds that sing, A symphony that makes our hearts take wing.
The sun that rises in the east, A daily miracle, a visual feast. The stars that twinkle in the night, A reminder of life’s eternal light.
The people we meet, the friends we make, Their stories, their struggles, their hearts that ache. The bonds we form, the love we share, A gift from above, beyond compare.
In poetry, I find a place, To express myself, to find my grace. To tell the world of what I see, And share my heart, unabashedly.
So let me end this verse, this rhyme, With a hope for peace in these troubled times. May poetry be a light in the dark, And bring us closer, heart to heart.
Ended my rhyme and still, my heart versed, The thoughts blended into smile-filled daydreams, The ever searching eyes found a joy for my heart, When an image flashed in front of my eyes.
In the midst of a green expanse, Stands a girl in white, so serene, The setting sun, her backdrop dance, And twilight, her halo, it seems.
She weaves her way through scattered minds, A dream-weaver, spreading magic and wonder, Her beauty seeps into every thought and bind, And her charms, like spring, tear hearts asunder.
The sun, it lingers in the sky, Enamored by her pure grace, But my love for her, it shines so high, Outshining even the sun’s bright face.
Her warmth melts even the coldest of souls, As they fall in love with the vision she brings, Yet all she shows are enigmatic roles, And a silhouette that never truly sings.
She stands there, so still and free, A vision of beauty in the field, Her presence brings such joy to me, My heart to her, forever yield.
Her mystery is her greatest allure, A puzzle to be solved, a game to play, Her presence a gift, her absence a torture, A fleeting vision, that fades away.
And as the sun begins to set, And darkness takes its hold, I’ll hold her close, my sweet brunette, And never let her go.
She wanders on, weaving dreams in minds, Leaving a trail of longing and desire, Her beauty lingering, her presence enshrined, In the hearts of dreamers who never tire.
For in this moment, all is right, With her, my world’s complete, The girl in white, my shining light, My love, my heart’s retreat.
The assumptions of life in needs and wants, And we live in imaginary bubbles we assume exist, As none comes here alone and care of all we receive, We leave alone, leaving our love imprinted in loved ones.
Touched only through senses and sensed only by love, Fragility of mind, tests of brutality of time withstood, As even in mid-age innocence in heart grew, That shown the beauty from inside upon the body.
And that innocence through her smiles grew and spoke, “Kindness at times is not in accepting love, Kindness at times is in making someone feel loved.”, World wandered around her in ecstasy and her smiles, unseen.
Time choked at the audacity of soul When the world into an unloving mode thrown, Driven by faithless, fueled by greed and ambition, Where silence became the warrior prince of love.
Ah, silence fought and failed and lay bleeding, The verses of love, Oh’, though unwritten still spread, What said oh’ timeless became as she smiled Replacing mirages with fulfilled dreams.
Then paths of life in all wild and weird ways I saw, Triumphs of life, failures, complexities, and confusions, The ones who made every second a moment of drama, The unknowns, the hidden, the unbearable all shined.
All the glory faded when to my conscience I said, “Never will I deny myself a line of verse, Never deny me a poem of life Touch the girl in her heart, Touch the girl with your soul, Fill her soul with your love, Fill her soul with love for you, That fiery soul with love she never felt.”.
As every star in the sky brightened and blinked, Those wild worlds with violence and fire, pretty looked, From far, but none can ever reach, none should ever touch, That lesson from universe I learned when burying my doubts.
Doubts about the love in her heart or the purity of my love, And watching the sunrise I fell asleep, Waking up as night dews fell, her face in all beauty I saw, The best sunrise adorned me when she smiled.
I saw her dancing through the fog, Upon the thin layer of the just fallen snow, That long skirt dragging like an unlived life, The snow-filled branches in respect bowed.
I saw her filling shelves with clothes, Calm and steady her hands followed her mind, Dreams around her like pigeons lurked, Love through her eyes showed a soul so kind.
A dream once I weaved I remembered, Where hand in hand with a loving girl I walked, Through her came heavenly blessings every man wished, And magical verses became every word we talked.
In unusual warmth of the world branches unbended, Dreams rolled up in the eyes of those pigeons and flown, The fog remained and more rolled up with darkness, And my mind screamed “Love me out of my misery”.
My dreams upon wintery clouds sat, And looked down on the snow-covered lands, Where once I walked in pleasantness of romance, With you in mind and a soul lighted by my love.
Planets and stars for reasons unknown birthed and died, Seasons changed when the sun, moon, and earth danced, Time ran faster than anything anyone knew, The human mind outpaced time in imagination.
Imagination one by one they became rosary beads, And I bound them well in time with your face as a pendant, Together they all became a dream from my soul escaped, And now upon some frozen cloud sit, mocking my lonely life.
I cried not thinking about the mocking dream, I thought not about what stayed in past and pushed, Me to a future of me, myself, and times unknown, As summer to fall succumbed and fall to winter fury fell.
My heart kept its lower note of beats, As turmoil all around through disease and despair spread, Hollow sounds of wedding bells at times rang, And material hearts thought they were my love’s last breath.
Life of love Ah’, time tried hard to consume, With detached emotions and unburied dreams, Sun only rises in the east but my love from every corner rose, And to her said, “Love will live for you endlessly, undead.”.
Like cold-filled marbles eyes of her stared, Dreamless mind through empty shores searched, Every moment passed, like a year, felt in my heart, As her loveless lips with another shade of dark, froze.
My dream in another man’s ears you whispered, And through swirls of darkness with candle lights shined, You and he with flesh and blood unlovingly celebrate, The devil’s curse upon humanity, Oh’, he dragged you too.
You froze that part of your mind with love at me looked, And murdered many times my love in every dream, Those graves you dug, Oh’, upon which grew roses, Spreading my love again and again making my love undead.
When heartfelt I wrote ah’, you heartlessly mocked, Silent impulses deep in the folds of heart remained, Life, like a screaming dragon, flew around spitting fire, Ah’, days of romance took a turn into a new season.
The days, Ah’, days of fall unfurled a vicious cycle, Where dreams through veins passed frozen darkness, Romance fought hard and inside belly lay defeated, Those butterflies lost their wings, rotted, and disappeared.
“What did I cry for when birthed?” I asked, What dreams in that womb I saw, I questioned, What lessons in childhood, adolescence, and youth did I learn? Asked many “What”, “Why”, and “How” questions into silence.
And silence indeed I found in everything living and unliving, As touch of love they abandoned in a shallow grave, Dug in haste, thinking life is just a shadow that will leave, When lights of truth around one will soon spread.
The acts of love Ah’, what a fictional drama, Lived through rolls of mind-altering smoke and intoxicants, The paints of faces and the color-filled costumes all add, Perfection upon bodies where the mind finds prisons to hide.
Such are the thoughts the unfolded season of fall gave, And the laughs of many prisoners this true love heard, I cared not except the one whom with love I called, The one who added a wedding gown over her masquerade.
The drifting time eased at a face fascinating, And through time passed I searched, And in the passing time through imaginations searched, If ever seen her likes in my life and I found none.
Calm like a resting dove she looked, Held her peace in utmost romantic charms, Gave mind more to imagine and weave, Dreams, senses loved to weave with passions.
Compassion in her eyes in depths shown, A wonderful soul by material world unadulterated, A query of welfare through her shiny smile she asked, And a million flowers bloomed in the folds of my heart.
As from her artistic mind, she spoke, Her imaginations and her views of dreams, Through the drifting time I too along with her moved, With wings spreading in the sprouting romantic dream.
