Forsaken Love

In essence, as a poet, when I do mull over
I blend, infusing soul into nature’s every speck
Drifting apart from you, O friend, I so dread
As if finding a Lacuna in life’s every aspect
Alas, these compulsions for forsaking love
She Pacifies me, and I console her in turn
Behold my courage and the state of mind
I tangle up yet again the strands I have untangled
It’s your gathering and display, so damning the restraints
Here I rise, oh you tyrant, and slink quietly away
A lone heart and an unrelenting storm of misfortunes
A piece of glass shattered on every rock I have met

Looming Gloom

The mental state lately is turning oblivious to distress,
My share of every joy seems to regress
Just ahead of daybreak, as downpour gets persistent
Happiness becoming the cause of grief often is consistent
Towards the beauty of both worlds, the notion of apocalypse is leading
Where congregation is the same, but the charm is receding
Exact same wine, the goblet, the bartender, and the Inn
However, the sounds of revelry and carousing get thin
Steady is my companion, yet the heart does suffocate
It’s the same lamp even-so brightness seems to dissipate
There is tumult, yet hidden underneath an Oceanic wave
The once pounding heart in a murmurous fashion behave
Such is my predicament though unchanged life remains
As if from life, its very spirit is on the wane

The Ripple Effect

Like a ripple, the heart has just felt a surge,
A whiff of fresh air perhaps has caused this scourge
Somewhat delicate in disposition, I am too
Moreover, this hurt is still anew
There is commotion in the cockles of the heart
As if a wall had fallen apart
Interest in this teeming world appears to abate
What is amiss, yet I fail to relate
Amid the archipelagos of memories, in spate
Your voice even now seems to resonate
In dark alleys of the town
Life in your quest still looks around
Good times shall usher in your life too
There’s a lifetime ahead, don’t rue

Hundredth Post

From scratchy scribbling
in a personal log
Timid were beginnings
showcasing the minds clog

Prodding by few
had me revved up
A piece ensued
on thoughts pent-up

Stroke of luck
did play a part
Published it got
giving me a start

Platform I needed
to chronicle my thought
Blogging on WordPress
as a vehicle sought

Amidst the chaos
of likes, comments, following
Committed to creating
content, I kept slogging

Upon scrutiny my
work might not pass
Yet satisfaction this endeavour
entailed, does everything surpass

Today I feel
like raising a toast
Here in revelry
writing my hundredth post

Nostalgic Yearning

Agog with desires, the heart was beset,
Amidst loads of desperation, it broke into a sweat

Not a witness to anything besides vindictiveness from you
Yet something that the mind found captivating is a cryptic clue

I cannot simply keep my eyes wide open
Around whose imagination are my thoughts woven

Never made anything conspicuous about my veiled wish
Yet with deft exchange of looks managed to accomplish

Blood of countless, your memories have drawn up
Consumed by grief, many had their courage blown up

That sense of hesitancy vanished from her composure
My constant babbling almost bowled her over

The Flame of Love

The universe, to encompass your expanse, would struggle
Only in my heart is where you can snuggle

The stigma of polytheism, your isolation never shall beget,
In mustering the courage to show your face, mirror shall fret

I am that facade, without whose eternal sleep,
To follow, in my footsteps none shall leap

It’s not your chore emissary go your way,
Who else but the heart, my beloved’s message convey.

Tears no longer can extinguish the fire of love roused
This fire is not the one that water could have dowsed

Oh God, this inexplicable charm keeps my mouth agape
Though a great many tried to run, none managed to escape