The engravings of the past still stares me gore,
Stumped in a second, as my heart turns sore,
Her presence would suffice all sufferings of mine,
and would light me up like a distant shore.
Like a breeze so cold, on a hot summer day,
Like a shine of the sun in a wintery grey
Like the rain so brand, so new to the earth,
If only I could feel her, if only I may.
Her words casts a shadow, her smile waves abid.
The mere thought of her next to me seems futile.
We talk and we talk like it's our last chance,
Before we both are drawn back to our exiles.
I wish no more, nothing more than a boon,
I wish to hold her like mine and breed a soft depth
In her ears and then as we stay silently together,
I yearn for the sound of her breath.
"I want nothing, I would need nothing.
Just her by my side as I listen to the sound of her breath."
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A Quarrel in the Brain Park
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, at different points of my life. Hope you relate to them at some point. Also to remember, it's a collection of poems so there are many genres. See if you'll like either of them.
