A short poem on longing
I know where it will hurt the most I know when, and how Yet I am holding on to a hope, A little more hope for now Even if this love feels so clear in sight I know tomorrow you won’t be mine It burns and hurts in sweet pains I long, I sob … Continue reading Tomorrow you won’t be mine
This memory too shall pass like drops of April rain The one that agonizes my world and on my soul it reigns So then what will it be? If not a reminiscence Will it be a passing thought Or just that shallow fragrance? This story too shall remain untold And scattered in pieces … Continue reading Drops of April rain
Crush me with your goodness Walk on the ruins of my sins Watch me tumble down From the rumbles again I will build Shatter me with the weight of your charities Debase me from the pedestal of your pride Defeat me with every sound logic From the pieces of my respect, I will build Mortify … Continue reading I will build
I A song from a distant radio Unveils a time gone by Or words woven tastefully Unlock an old key of memories A brooding violin sings Unbuttons the bosom of sorrow A slight touch on the fret Undresses a wound forgotten II I hear a prelude every morn When the breeze plays A bird then … Continue reading Hosanna!
Emotion is like a double-edged sword, you bleed as much as you rejoice. And often you get drenched in a downpour of your own choice. Feeling is like a bird that sings songs of love and war It sits on the pavement of your heart and echoes deep and far. Sensation is like … Continue reading Feel what I feel?