Wednesday, 18 February 2015

Be Mine?

A wish; a desire of thy love to embrace,
the ambience of heaven that doth encase.
Intertwining the souls that we willfully share,
a revival of memories we believed we erased.

Doth thou regret falling in the arms of love,
a symbol of that bond between the flying doves.
Doth thou indulge in the aura of affection,
a humility and connection of our infatuated reflections.

From whence you met me what did you feel,
a serenade and waltz that became all too real.
Spontaneous burst of emotions turned to melody,
and the secret of cupid's arrow to  be revealed.

The morning sun that did rise on the horizon,
slowly illuminating the skies like hearts arising.
Like a flame had touched the ambience with finesse,
a blazing white and orange emblem dancing to impress.

It's like a song being sung and the lyric's don't finish,
an eternity of voices rhyming it's oath that'll never diminish.
The harps of the angels being strung in every divine second,
Will we finally accept today that love is a blessing?

The moon and stars are humbled by your elegent grace,
your beauty incomparable beyond all time and space.
It is today that I finally want to speak my overflowing mind,
my beloved, from now until the end of time,
will you commit your heart to me and be mine?

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

The Setting Sun

Morning sun,
an orange dawn.
the winds are blunt,
as the day is born.

Birds are tweeting,
trees are swaying.
Squirrels are leaping,
as the roots are praying.

A meadow of green,
shadows of a cool breeze.
Flowers of spring like dreams,
blooming with gentle peace.

Now the sun is setting,
from crispy orange to blood red.
it's as if the sky is regretting,
that the sun even had a bed.

A blanket of cloudless black,
and therein some glimmering gems.
The stars had guided us on track,
yet we still wanted to blame them.

The world is strange,
a beauty in the day.
But the world has change,
It is shadow; a reflection of hate.

The heavens will one day open,
and hope is firm that hell will close.
The angels blessing hearts once broken,
clad in golden light and majestic clothes.

So we smile,
We stay happy.
We face trials,
But we're happy.





Wednesday, 4 February 2015

A Fallen World

I'm drowning in sorrows; I will never find tomorrow,
the darkness has a grasp on me in a world so hollow.
I'm losing myself; my identity and even my memories,
to the shadow of solitude that has imprisoned my destiny.

My heart is breaking; like glass it's cracking in pieces,
baring the struggles of  life until it is defeated.
My hope is fading; My determination is on it's knees,
and everything I ever hoped to be will only remain a dream.

Subjugated to suffocation with no room to breathe,
and my heart losing it's melodious rhythm and beat.
My tears forgotten and droplets fed into the earth,
a pain so hellish that it is felt even by the world.

The stars are shaken; The heavens are quaking,
and the fires of hell are again ignited and blazing.
The world is falling into the hands of the devil,
evil chaos and havoc rampant onto it's rebels.

A suicidal voice haunts my thoughts like the shadows,
while I sit in the corner of my room with walls so narrow.
A defeated heart with no strength left to battle,
paralysed in my place like being volleyed with arrows.

my tears will forever stream my sorrows till I drown in it,
no more hope remains that I shall ever be found in it.
The light at the end of the tunnel was just death,
coming closer in the form of a train;
informing you that you have nothing left.



Monday, 2 February 2015

My Elegy


The stars are dancing to the silent songs of the night,
the glimmer from the heavens in the dark so bright.
A world filled with crimson oceans and devastating lies,
and the earth being shaken with  screams & disdainful cries.

The doors of hell opening; the doors of heaven closing,
has evil prevailed over everything that we were hoping?
The lights of the cold night sky seem to be burning out,
and our hearts broken; invading thoughts on who broke it.

We're losing our identities as life is following destiny,
when we thought we lived for ourselves and our memories.
Things we wanted to remember instead of  just letting it be,
now we don't know what is meant to be; the reason for our felonies.

The world is becoming as flat as they used to believe it be,
contemplation resulting in an epiffany of who was deceiving me.
What seems to be isn't what it is; reality is beyond realisation,
like the shadow of the devil that was once defeating me.

The ink I write with has lost it's colour and rhythm of words,
no more meanings can be heard form listening to this world.
Suffocating from the subjugation of serenading the verse,
and drowning in my thoughts of everything that I learnt.

Everyday is one step closer to death; the grim closer to our breath,
dreaming in the silent nights while we lay in our beds.
It seems we all will live our life with at least one regret,
no one is perfect; but would it be different if we lived life like a test?

They used to call my talent legendary; that my writing is a legacy,
I refused to be called gifted; I follow only what is meant for me.
Anyone can write; anybody can rhyme and concoct melodies,
and verbally paint a picture of a future filled with peace and serenity.

I lived life avoiding enmity and indulged only in rhythmic ecstasy,
memorising the dictionary presently and pleasantly as my remedy.
They used to call my poems a verbal therapy with awe and splendidly,
Forgive me for my brevities, my felonies and my sins of avoiding destiny.

Indulge in my elegies;  captivating like chocolate's ebony,
Words I record from the core of my heart yet even so regretfully.
I forgave my enemies because I believe in one Almighty entity,
make my words a melody; and make that my identity.

Sunday, 1 February 2015

A Life Of Hell

In the life that I lived I have nothing except regrets,
In choices I made and ones I wished I didn't make.
We keep our memories to remember and some to beget,
and fight every day that passes in our ultimate fate.

And in my heart I believed I would never be deceived,
because I have never deceived; yet what a foolish belief.
I loved and expected no love but received ounces of hate,
yet I hated no one because that's how I was made.

If I hear cries I would care,
if I cried no one would be there.
If someone was in pain I would help,
and if I was; it would only be myself.

There is a reservoir of pain in my heart,
held in by the walls there I myself placed.
Indestructible I thought but its breaking apart,
a fire will let lose an uncontrollable blaze.

In the life that I lived the seven heavens would shake,
and even the very foundations of hell would quake.
The devil admitted the torment that I faced in my life,
and hell could not be worse than my tribulations in his eyes.

A heart torn in pieces, shattered like glass and broken,
A heart thrown around and stepped on; vulnerable like a door left open.
A heart that is dead; a heart that's lost it's breath,
and it's beat and rhyme have finally left.