He&She #27

He grabbed her hand, pulled her close.

She held her head down, felt him breathe.

It was his mouth near her ear, her lips on him.

“I choose you when you chose yourself, in me.”

 

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My Story in Thee

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All Credits: Teddy

Tried something new here. Color scheme is kinda sloppy. I am including the texts of the poem.

 

You art pieces of the crimson sky,

The sunset whence my world never sleeps.

What for love, tis not meant you!

Live on an empty canvas till morrow escapes dearth,

For you behold colors, purely infinite beauty.

Mine life complete without gold ring or silk,

When sleep found your shoulders, and

Hands beheld your fingers even in satire need.

Death a game on cross-board, for I not fear,

Mine soul not regret, life draped with your memories.

Thoughts fly away in windows for it gather only yours,

Where mine eyes peep to tales drowned in thou smile.

Forth mine mortal body speaks humanity in many lies,

Forth what it not speaks a truth, for it’ll find you in immortality.

 

The Dire Truth

What is word not meant for pages,

You’ll say I am silent behind my true face.

What is fear not meant for brave-hearts,

You’ll say I have seen all that comes apart.

 

You’ll come and suffice with hymn my heart doesn’t sing,

Memories you lived, hopes you’ve sowed creeps away

and you’ll say I write because my truce has never

made it your way.

 

What is sleep not meant for dream,

You’ll say illumination inside me are reflection of dormant beam.

What is life not meant for love and lust,

You’ll say I’ve walked roads engraved with dusk and dust.

 

You’ll come and close the gaps, in-between I am trapped,

Faces you’ve drawn, kisses you left creeps away

And you’ll say I write because my prayers has

never seen more than your dismay.

 

Are you blind to the silence of your shadow?

Where I wake up every morning and grow.

You’ll say life has moved on beyond my watch,

I am still counting the days lost by your gift of botch.

 

You’ll say I am never meant to be yours,

And am I only meant for your abhors?

You’ll say I lost every fight I lived in,

Am I suppose to win where I have not been?

You’ll say I only write because I cannot ride the flight,

And when your speech will die, corpses of my dire truth

will show you why I write and a goodbye.

Holy Grail

On the edge, beneath the paradise

A crossover between what real and what not,

And what remains, never remain.

Fidelity of your eyes draws the light

beyond the reach, breach between steps

Between us lies ominous water and we,

in between indifferences.

Can it happen,

Glimpses of our memories ride the sky?

I rest my peace in you, your smile sleeps inside me?

Can the rain complete our incomplete lucid dreams.

The eighth melody hangs on the cliff,

What often feels your touch often feels a lonely mist.

In your beauty distances can prevail,

Echoes of heaven find inside you the Holy Grail.

Restful Days

Hidden deep and dark, inside you

Thoughts, I know not what they speak.

What hides in the curses of divinity,

That creeps and anneal in our eyes

Days when I held you, now lay in rest.

Two worlds when met on the autumn morning,

Drowned and sunk in the farthest nights.

Sadness now drifts on the summer throb,

Days when I saw you, now lay in rest.

I wish this silence, die in our cacophony

Ears are now strange to the voices,

That once caught the light in your eyes.

I wake up with a heartbeat, leaking memories

Standing alone through the wave and bleeding,

Then night comes, I pass out soundlessly in regret.

Days which had memories, now lay in rest.

Peace of Silence

Unsettling winter days,

tired of the golden sun

Creeps up on the bare silent words.

Open roads crossing the bench,

walking toward the waves.

Shadows on the wall talking to me,

a pure conspiracy to pretend.

Sounds from the past and failure,

echoes of void reality.

Now its silent, smell of the burning letters.

Blame of windless hush above my voice,

I sleep over the faint solitude of peace.

A treasure lost in my darkest hours,

Dreaded silhouette of my silence.

Tears falls over the bosom, sips in

A crack, to ring the bell inside someday.

heart of love

Just want to say anybody having a bad day and is being let down in their life, you are special and always will be for someone.

HEART OF LOVE

 

Eloquent beauty lies in your face,

Heaven’s charm touch you with grace.

 

World aloof darkness shines in your eyes,

So serene, so pure thoughts fill the sky.

Tender lips dipped in endless love,

That smile reflects an angel of belove.

 

A divinity hides behind the rose cheeks,

World of calmness, stories of hope and dreams you only speak.

 

All the best of day and night

Lives in you, a life void of any fear and fight.

 

Befall the shower of blessing on this fragile dove,

Array of joy and sweetness, you carry a heart of love.