
Without you I wouldn’t but be quivering without rhythm in the vastness of this
world You are my sphere, with you all life in rhythmic fragments move within me in fascinating
swirl. ! Only once have I been made mute. ’Twas when a man asked me “who are
you?” Without you I cease to exist, had a birth when the soul craved for
you One cant reach the dawn save by the path of night’s
lane Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is the cause of my
pain You drink wine that you may be
intoxicated I, so it may sober me and make past seem
faded When my goblet’s empty I resign myself to the
emptiness When it’s half empty, I resign myself to its half
fullness…’tis my story mo’ or
less Half of what I say is
meaningless But I say it still so the other half might reach you and raise
tempests Loneliness was born when people praised my talkative complaints blaming my silent sacrificing
virtues When life doesn’t find a singer, she produces a philosopher to speak her mind, to let her emotions
loose. The wave of agonizing-affectionate world for you would forever be upon me, their depths in spite being silent, always blessings
impart How noble is my sad heart, it still sings joyous songs with joyous
hearts If I were to choose between the power of possessing you and the ecstasy of the love you never showed, I would choose the
ecstasy Its better life for one in love
madly But you know I choose
badly ”Love is the wisdom that enchants the
mind Wisdom is the love that sings when the heart
resigns” Even the most winged soul can’t escape physical
necessity I m but a mortal, envelope me, take me to
divinity. My one half is sorry for myself that I fell for
you But my other half grows on sorrows so all’s well in course
due My affection for you roamed the infinite sky, soared in the ideal world, floated through the
firmament But here it is again even when it can’t be measured …the prisoner of
measurement You cant judge me beyond your knowledge of
me.. You judged me wrong.. .How lil’ have you known
me Heart spoke softly but with smoldering thunder “stand n bow”. And I
did I was being sold for a price, you made the highest
bid Every seed is a form of
longing The seeds of love you sowed within me still awaits
watering I long for one last touch of
yours One last good night kiss if not
more… Sour ending. Is
it? But I cant write more, fingers developing
cysts Upon reading my obituary tomorrow, will candles be
lit? I guess naught in the middle of
midst..
2 comments:
Beautiful.
Serene.
Deep.
Although I doubt the cyst part! Haha! XD
=D
Ye?
Thank you thank you!
*twirls on a toe and bats eyelids~
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