Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Agonies......

 

But why can’t you feel my agonies 

When My heart cries in pain 

When my soul sobs with tears

all the times we spent, all in vain 

  Tears from my heart, 

                         rolling down through my soul 

                               into the oceans of my solitude.

            Cries from my soul 

                            Echoing through my empty heart 

               are the sounds of my miseries


But if you love me 

How can you put me in the grave alive. 

I wish Mother Earth pampered me

But my tears moisten the dust

and I am slowly sinking in those dusty agonies  

I consume an endless pain, 

strange though but it is this pain which is keeping me alive.......


                 Once you give me a crying smile

        the teary smile of yours

                                       I will be lifted from my mournful aches .....

                Your crying smile is my cure... 

                              your teary smile heals your own tears.... 

                             It always takes away my anger, my pain.....

    You cry and you smile and I just dwindle............



In your arms I want to cuddle myself..

In your lap I want to cry and laugh....

In your teases I want to shout out my pains.....

In your masculinity, I want to engulf my own feminine being.... 

in your feminine aura, I want to levitate my masculine soul.... 

how can ying thrive in the absence of yang... 


                                                You cry and you smile and I just dwindle.........


Wednesday, February 10, 2021

longing for summer in the world of winter

night so cold and young

yet the night so calm and long  

far away is the dawn and sunshine

it's summer that I long

winter is the season 

december are my emotions

but then august is all that I yearn

summers are ephemeral

seasons and emotions as well

winters are forever 

seasons and emotions as well

there is february in winter though 

so is there joy in pain

yet summers only are glorified 

it is painless joy that we lust for

in the hope of summers we belittle the spring 

for some, even the falls are alluring

uncanny it is that when the summer comes, we miss the snow......

yet it is summer that I long for..............

it is though winter that adorns the summer

but emotions full of summer is all I crave for 

it is but the autumn that falls so that summer shall revive

and yet why is it that, it is summer that I long for......