The heart gets calm,
Memories become warm,
The poems I write in the grave solidarity,
Poetry feeds frown within the blood of my love for you in eternity,
Maybe I have loved you or loved you not,
The question remains didactic tied in a knot,
Eyes start sprinkling
For someone who's missing,
The violent air above the yellow thorny pelts,
Reminds me of you, birds cacophony laments,
Missing of your presence around me,
Longing to hear the word together ' WE ',
The frigid sky unravels the freezing window of loneliness,
Words of mine struck in violent battle casualties of carelessness,
Sleep set up very hard and rare,
When awake finding you nowhere,
Walking down the path of poetry with you where only memory remains,
The unknown boxes of soulful treasure lead only to unanswered riddles,
Every waking moment of the dreary map of entity,
Filled with thoughts of you, laughter becomes enmity,
Struggling off with visuals of you in my head,
With the unbending poised darkness and hollow depths of night, I befriend,
The sounds of mobility herald false hope,
Bloodless war, though I fight with no rival just giving allowance to cope,
The maker provides no strength to conquer the loneliness,
With sighs, thirst, me resting the lyrical war with solitariness,
Enforced to stay caught up tangled restless,
In these bottomless depths without you in suspense.
Dropping the pen beside, residing the inner turmoil,
Inspiration remains hidden in between the lines founding the satire of jewel,
You are my poetry within my heart, the poetry of all life long,
But now there is none because to another you only belong....
YOU ARE READING
.RHYTHM OF SOUL.
PoetryYour words always don't speak what you wanna express Your expression not always supports you Your heart not always beats for you Your desire cannot always burn as fire Your soul is not gonna always be with you Even your shadow leaves you in dark t...
