I sit beside the ruins,
The wreckage of my one true love.
Mourning over the decaying foliage
Hoping a resurgence though.
Like the golden eagle of the ancient times,
It once soared in the skies above.
It kissed the jovial romantic winds,
And flew like a jocund dove.
With the sublime spirits and hopes high,
And a heart doused in celestial love,
I set forth to present my heart
An ambrosial gift to bestow.
But failed to find a loving touch,
A touch of care and concern.
Crippled, killed and beaten much
Left to wail and burn.
With a wish on my lips I tell you this,
Of my one true love, dead and gone.
May no ones love ever die,
May no half love be ever borne.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
A Eulogy To A Grace
All that sprang were beastly thoughts
And ne'er the one gentle and kind.
Something went strange that I sought
Was a beautiful thought in savage mind.
Sudden was a desire to pen it down
In black and white this treasure of mine.
A gentle attempt by a lowly clown
A Beauty, does a Beast enshrine .
The thought was a blossom ,
A holiness in the name of yours.
Richness of a bloom, plump and buxom ,
An enchantment, pious and pure.
What I felt I pen it here ,
To show u how I deeply I revere.
For my words be true, I pen with care
To make you remember me forever.
To me, you are A juvenile poem in an aged heart,
A kind approval to a rejected part.
A gush of blood in a died vein
A breath of relief in a pinching sprain,
A springing greenery in a barren land,
A rosy blossom in a dried sand,
A sparkling light for eyes in dark,
A worthy move to a failing start.
To me, you are A motherly bestowing over an orphan child.
A friend's affection for a savage and wild .
A flute's melody in a dreary silence,
A shower of love over a bitter grievance .
You are, A palatial built in a rural part,
A breeze of joy in melancholy heart .
A musky fragrance the beast smells,
A sublime elegance in you it dwells.
Simple, sober and noble you are
Serene stretch like blue sky, wide and far
Ur a bliss of silence in a noise of thoughts
A worthy saying in a useless talk
May you spring in me in every season
And to enjoy you I needn't a reason
May it be the springing March or the scorching July
A thought of urs always stands by
A contrary word might a critic display
To all that my words do say
No care 'coz you are to criticize
And tell my words are how precise
Untill I find a merger with the death
You shall forever freshen my breath
And when breeze of your love sets my ashes free
My ruins shall pay the gratitude in glee
From the folk's multitude, its you I admire
A spark of courage in a defeating fire
I prudently know what directs my words
The image is clear though the verse is blurred
You are all what my words do say
And with these words does my heart play
May you behold it as a sober praise
A Beast homage to a Beauty's grace
And ne'er the one gentle and kind.
Something went strange that I sought
Was a beautiful thought in savage mind.
Sudden was a desire to pen it down
In black and white this treasure of mine.
A gentle attempt by a lowly clown
A Beauty, does a Beast enshrine .
The thought was a blossom ,
A holiness in the name of yours.
Richness of a bloom, plump and buxom ,
An enchantment, pious and pure.
What I felt I pen it here ,
To show u how I deeply I revere.
For my words be true, I pen with care
To make you remember me forever.
To me, you are A juvenile poem in an aged heart,
A kind approval to a rejected part.
A gush of blood in a died vein
A breath of relief in a pinching sprain,
A springing greenery in a barren land,
A rosy blossom in a dried sand,
A sparkling light for eyes in dark,
A worthy move to a failing start.
To me, you are A motherly bestowing over an orphan child.
A friend's affection for a savage and wild .
A flute's melody in a dreary silence,
A shower of love over a bitter grievance .
You are, A palatial built in a rural part,
A breeze of joy in melancholy heart .
A musky fragrance the beast smells,
A sublime elegance in you it dwells.
Simple, sober and noble you are
Serene stretch like blue sky, wide and far
Ur a bliss of silence in a noise of thoughts
A worthy saying in a useless talk
May you spring in me in every season
And to enjoy you I needn't a reason
May it be the springing March or the scorching July
A thought of urs always stands by
A contrary word might a critic display
To all that my words do say
No care 'coz you are to criticize
And tell my words are how precise
Untill I find a merger with the death
You shall forever freshen my breath
And when breeze of your love sets my ashes free
My ruins shall pay the gratitude in glee
From the folk's multitude, its you I admire
A spark of courage in a defeating fire
I prudently know what directs my words
The image is clear though the verse is blurred
You are all what my words do say
And with these words does my heart play
May you behold it as a sober praise
A Beast homage to a Beauty's grace
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