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Jul 11, 2010
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Eclipse
They caused the eclipse of my regal love,
Dashing my spirit and corporal strength,
Mutilating my extremities completely;
I really could have gone to any length.
With venom of thousands of serpents,
You poisoned my love just for your kin;
Dipping utterly in pale, saffron form,
My broken visage and entire skin.
You part yourself between them and me,
With my root in your whole existence;
And as in my hands is a half-torn book,
Half-reading is beyond intelligence.
Listen to the heart thuds that rock,
The world of love of present and past;
The thud of axe in the dark woods,
Will cease with the fall at long last.
I reject all terms and compromises,
For no trade exists in love, I reiterate;
And whole life is there for surprises,
To show my barren heart menstruate.
There is an end of every single atom,
And then again a spark in the coming life;
Just after a break of short siesta,
There incredible pleasures are rife.
Desertion is never the closure of gate,
Of love that fostered on our Belief;
The hope is there for me to radiate
From my heart the final relief.
Before you wake up to see who I am,
Brittle my body will be like date seed;
Never you repent on the terrible loss,
Any happening, any act, any deed.
Dashing my spirit and corporal strength,
Mutilating my extremities completely;
I really could have gone to any length.
With venom of thousands of serpents,
You poisoned my love just for your kin;
Dipping utterly in pale, saffron form,
My broken visage and entire skin.
You part yourself between them and me,
With my root in your whole existence;
And as in my hands is a half-torn book,
Half-reading is beyond intelligence.
Listen to the heart thuds that rock,
The world of love of present and past;
The thud of axe in the dark woods,
Will cease with the fall at long last.
I reject all terms and compromises,
For no trade exists in love, I reiterate;
And whole life is there for surprises,
To show my barren heart menstruate.
There is an end of every single atom,
And then again a spark in the coming life;
Just after a break of short siesta,
There incredible pleasures are rife.
Desertion is never the closure of gate,
Of love that fostered on our Belief;
The hope is there for me to radiate
From my heart the final relief.
Before you wake up to see who I am,
Brittle my body will be like date seed;
Never you repent on the terrible loss,
Any happening, any act, any deed.
— Ayaz Warith, Jul 11, 2010
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xena465
15 years 11 months ago
Geeze Ayaz
Ayaz Warith
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Xena
xena465
15 years 11 months ago
Geeze...
faithmairee
15 years 11 months ago
Brilliant Poem
Ayaz Warith
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Faith...
mona
15 years 11 months ago
Here you are Ayaz
Ayaz Warith
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Mona