Wrote this years ago. Those were the days when passions ran very high and I was still not exposed to the nefarious ways of the world. When the world and the people in it had still not corrupted my mind. When my likings were pursued by me with pure passion. Can't believe I found this!
Every time and again you love me, you say, I light up then, like a warm summer's day. In the minutes that come, I am like a kid, so full of joy and having fun. That fun is so much more than you think, it is blissful, joyous, serene, cheery, sprightly, exuberant. I pop a smile… Continue reading A Fool still in Love
A poem told in the third perspective. A man and a woman loved each other but the woman then suddenly leaves to get married to someone else, leaving the man heartbroken, in despair and alone, breaking all the vows she made with him in the process. The woman thus, without hesitation, marries someone else as if the man did not matter, without any qualms for what she was doing.
When you are happy to sit through, alone among lots of friends, fake. And you don't feel the need, to depend for depending's sake. When all your expectations are turned to dust, yet to feel you incurred no loss. It takes no toll to sit with comfort, to ponder upon expectation's cause. When you are… Continue reading Dauntless
Her eyes reflected the love of mine, that tumultuous ocean in her gaze. I went out of this embodied self, and yearned to get out of that selfish maze. I reap what I sowed of all my seeds deep, to love or anguish comes to me, and I plead. Ha! The angelic bells the farthest… Continue reading Beholden