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

A Grievance

Although fostering a grievance
Come over simply to impair my heart
Retrace your footsteps, once again 
To forsake me and depart.

Let the illusion of my pride 
of love remain somewhat intact  
You may well bend over backward on occasion
To mollify me, as a matter of fact
 
Even though our relations are
Nowhere close to days of yore  
Yet, turn up for the sake of tradition and 
Ways of the world to fulfill a chore
 
To whom all am I obliged to
Disclose the reason for the estrangement
Conceding that you are irked with me
Show up for the world at large 
 
For ages, I have felt deprived of
The gratification of expressing grief
My beloved show up to make me cry
So that I could find relief
 
This confounded heart, yet has
Expectations from you to cope 
Do come back to extinguish 
These last candles of hope