Sunday, May 6, 2012

One embrace

This pain that I relish
his memories that I cherish
letters will just make it worse
pining becoming nigh a curse
all this heart wishes
is him in his true essence
and an embrace that crushes
the want of his presence. 

Poem

He called me a poet, unaware that I am writing my greatest poem with him. 

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Friday, May 4, 2012

Etched

I have something that will stay with me
Is it enough to let a poem be
the transience of happiness is indeed vain
now I have the memories permanent, etched in pain

Smitten

Don't get me back to my cold self yet
there are verses to be written
Sometimes a stone also wants to feel
how it is like to be smitten.