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 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