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The sailor.

Yesterday he sailed away

His brave heart kissed silvery waves

Smoke and dust hung in a haze

“Farewell” his lover said.

Onwards he goes from the bay

His lady is the sea and she never betrays

3.000ft in her blue where his anchor stays-

A secret chamber- every night he prays

“God, please let it be today

Always 

til’ my decay”

See.

Giggling in the trees,

darling, what do you see

in me?

Is the Sun 

shining bright

on the crown

of a king

on the day he left

a kingdom 

and his queen?

Is the wind

blowing wild

on a face

of wrinkled sins?

And the sand?

Reflections?

And Illusions?

Do they drip

like tears

of my eyes

on the day

you left the throne?

And since, long you’re gone, gone, gone.

Fool.

He said he was a selfish fool.

Yes, he is.

My fool.

I’m thinking if he knows

Life is all about:

fooling around.

We are all fools, dear. 

Don’t take the cloth

off your eyes.

Let you’re fooled

by life,

and see 

if your roads 

cross mine.

Lie.

Dear, everything you said-

I remember.

And unfortunately I know-

You’re a liar.

Ink.

Like ink on my hands, your love stains my heart.

And no matter how painful are my fingers,

I keep writing on rugged paper-

Red blood drips over black letters.

Where are you?

Where are you now dear?

Above the sky blue or under the water clear?

Though your love is truly sincere,

your heart will never be near.

LOVE?

Love?

It comes and it flees.

Lovers are not made to be

forever happy.

When the song of harmony

is no longer sung,

let love unstrung.

 

Love.

 

 

DANGEROUS.

You are a dagger
Of everything I wouldn’t come closer
A father, a foreigner
A life busier
All you’ll bring me is dangers.

I am a river
Of everything you once chased after
A dreamer, a thinker
A sky bluer
And all I’ll bring you is dangers

But we couldn’t help falling for one another
In spite of all the dangers
To suffocate ourselves in little pleasures
Of 2 ephemeral lovers.
Wish I can stay a bit longer

ROOFTOP.

Last night, I sat on a rooftop.

A rooftop:

where our dreams –

yours and mine-

collide.

Do you remember?

How we loved to be on a rooftop at 2am

giving no damn care about what was crazily revolving below.

We had such a good run, didn’t we?

Standing in the black air,

eyeing at the city where you live,

my tears dropped when the wind grieved.

My mind constantly cried how I wished you were here

with me,

though I know you couldn’t be.

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