Why? (The Girl I Loved)
The sun is gone down,
And sadness creeps as the night.
Lone stands the man,
To reason his distant sight.
“Why?” mutters he to himself?
“Why did God make everything so?
Shouldn’t have I opened my arms
To a fairy or an elf,
Than to linger on a woman’s charm?”
He sighs and he muses,
Whilst the twilight diffuses,
And there is all dankness.
“Why?” he sighs in stress.
“Why, did I listen to her?
To obey the decisions of my brethren,
And not make it to myself clear,
That it was my life and my choice?
Oh! Why did I fall for her,
And behave all the time nice?
Why did I become a good boy
To be used as a toy?
Each moment I have spent with you,
Flashes in the back of my mind!
Her touch, her kisses, reminds me of you,
And so does my kiss,
Makes me feel of
you miss!
Her soul has
become one with me,
And your soul is
already mine!
Would you watch
me slowly withering?
Dying by myself
without anyone’s knowledge?
Why do I feel
your breath,
Your touch, your
sensation,
When I ain’t
touched by you?”
Lone laments the
man,
Hesitant to
decide anything.
“It was not for
your pain,
That positively affected
my brain!
It was your
golden heart and dedication
To my cause,
when you knew.
Each day, when I
asked you,
Early morn you
woke me,
Even when you
were sleepy.
Each of my words
and memories,
Have you kept
treasured in your mind,
That when I talk
to you,
It’s like the
leaves rustling in the breeze,
And I feel my
life rewind!
How much can I
express my thoughts?
That everything
of yours I have safely kept,
As sweet
promises and forget-me-nots!
And when I look
at them,
As a girl looks
at a KitKat,
Only tears arise
from my eyes!
Do, I ever tell
lies?
When I say about
you all I can-
A mere
sixteen-seventeen year old lass,
To be wise
enough to pass,
The heart of a
stone-hearted man!
All I can speak
to my brethren is your goodness.
Only the
fortunate would God bless,
With your sweet
companionship!
That, if I told
you to stand before me all night,
You wouldn’t
ever
Question me ‘Why’?
Alas, I
exchanged gold for silver.
And that makes
me ask myself, Why?
Why?
Why?
God, if You don’t
build a bridge on the river,
To connect the
gold and silver,
I will surely go
under the bridge!”
Why? (The Girl I Loved)
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Am emotions like a bird,whose parents free
ReplyDeleteLooking for food and nest
thou the one on whom she rests,
for thee make all things best.
Don't make this a decision of haste,
for she is no more chaste.
Oh! The bird of emotions
is lost in thy devotion.
Thy sobriety was the mealworm,
the epitome enforces loss of control.
Often the little bird would stroll,
in the warmth of thy genial soul
Loving and wanting thy whole
became her ultimate goal.
Oh! The bird of emotions
is lost in thy devotion.
Once adoring herself in the mirror,
the little bird falls in the river
and discovers thy silver
Fool's gold she is and shivers;
chirping for thy help as she disfigures
realising that her love is so queer.
Oh!The bird of emotions
is lost in thy devotion.
She recalls the time spent together
Thy presence, being her heather.
Discerning thy nest of bat's feather,
Obscurity and darkness wreaths
Thy forevers make it difficult to breathe
Drowning doesn't let her wither.
Oh! The bird of emotions
is deceased in thy devotion.
so, good to see you again
ReplyDeletefor, this topic I won't strain,
howl of my soul
hope, would have reached to you,
if it didn't,
then, I wish it won't.
all I wished for,
Is just your wellness.
what I got in return?
Is just pain.
I thought my beating machine is like rock hardened,
but, all it was a pane.
Teach me, how to not be afraid?
how to tackle hindrance?
how to get rid of the thoughts of yours?
teach me and train.
might be our destinations were different,
but, we were the passengers of same train.
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ReplyDeletelet me bite thy those genial flakes
ReplyDeleteso, to have it's taste.
am nasty, crazy and reck
gets driven crazy,
to see the mole on thy neck.
I get cautious
when the subject is thou,
though, I am reckless.
let me hold you tight,
and I would mark my signature on the waist of thine,
through unassailable bite.
I won't loose my hold on you,
once I get thee in my grip,
i will grapple thine spongy buns,
and lift thee up to chest to chest,
i will get thee this close,
not an inch space would left.
don't thou hope for a mercy of mine
I am a demon,
extremely demonic,
all I did till now,
was just a demonstration for demonstrate.
don't thou expect any generosity
I won't stop, not even for god's sake
whether thou call me wacky, kooky or reck,
I won't heed at that,
I will do of my consent.
I am evil,
not just evil,
But a devil
if it truly comprehend,
who forcefully wants to deliver all his masculine,
to a woman who lies a baby beneath.
I will make thee mine,
through, snatching your pureness and divinity,
which lies within thy virginity.
will color thee in my shade
will make thee mine,
and that would be my only grace,
whether is thy consent or not.