Thou and I Like a white cat and a black bat one chasing the other, and bother! I mourn not that you chase me, I mourn that you cage me. When? Where? Who? All sorts of questions, Can’t you just trust me? Can’t you love me as I love you? I love you beyond description […]
Pure Man
The love of a woman is all that a man asks for, Pure, Yet, A woman asks for all, Life and afterlife, Like birds we live, In cages, of one’s own making, Aching and aching to fly Like butterflies, seeking Freedom in wonders of life, But here she is, standing and guarding like a three-headed […]
To ___
Dear lover, They say love is tragical and illogical, But I say otherwise As if I was wise, ‘Love is magical and logical’ I say otherwise Not because I’m wise, I say otherwise, Because I’d a glimpse at your eyes.
Cain’s Son
When the Shores of Lies cries, “To live or not to live” I hide under a blanket of a large size, No voice, no noise, just a shiver of five. I lonely boy in misery, Hiding under a reddish blanket, At the house empty, old, ruined, and no pleasury just treachery, Blood on blood of […]
Never
Never love, son never love, Son open your Bible and see what happens to those who love, first man falls for love, second man kills for love, third man dies for love. Never love for love is a bird flying in sea, here it drowns and no one can see, Love slaughters you alone and […]
Scream
When the holes of yourself scream, and the days of your death gleam, You shall see death come with a beam, And the glow of your soul shall scream, And scream, and scream. Thus, here i come, here i urge to come up with a beam, God knows you don’t deserve to be soo gleam.
Here
Here I lie, Here you cry Here I die Here, our souls fly.
The Burial
On a muddy day, a prince has died, Lords took their golden swords and to the castle they rode, Knights took their golden knives and to the castle they rode, One by one on their horses they cried for they have lost not war but a godly prince who hasn’t even said ‘good bye’. O […]
The Kiss
One kiss here another there like a boy on a stair, One step here another there, High he climbs till he spots a glare, -And then like a bear he clutches and blotches, as if he were the rightful heir.
The Dweller
The man who dwells alone, under the sorrow of the moon, with a cry of many groan, shall leave the world with a manner of swoon, And for what? For A spoon?! And why? Is it love? Love is death, love is joy and pain, love is a boy with no brain. You who dwell […]
Words of a Poet 