Sorrow

Sweet memories of bygone days,
Sailed like passing clouds,
Leaving behind a trail of gloom
And a parched earth thirsty for joy.

I stared with sunken eyes,
Moist with my rotten grief,
As the clouds sailed away,
To pour over other’s lands.

“Why not pour over my land?” I wailed.
My eyes devoid of hope and dreams,
As I stood lost in the dark woods,
Waiting for the light to lead me through.

“Nay”, they chuckled in harmony
“We found better lands to explore,
Where silver springs flowed from mountains,
And sweet fragrance wafted in the winds.”

I turned with a sense of hopelessness,
And walked on the rusty road,
Engulfed in my tragic tale,
And faded into the misty lair.

Spirit of the River

She is mystery unfathomable,

Deep, intense and surreptitious,

Sweeping past the deep ravines,

A legend that is mysterious.

 

Gracefully strolling like a nymph,

She is an enchantress of repute,

Creating magic with her voice,

Weaving thoughts deeply astute.

 

A timid yet tumultuous disposition,

She knows not what fear is

Braving the mighty mistrals,

She sails unscathed with ease.

 

Pure as the morning dew,

She is the spirit of happiness,

A friend of solitary hearts,

She’s the soul of liveliness.

Passion

Candid moments of love,

Creating waves of passion,

Crashed in the shores of my heart,

Sending ripples of obsession.

 

Feelings of untainted lust,

Like lightning struck deep within,

Stirring my wildest emotions,

Evoking my ravenous longing.

 

Insaned by wild fancies,

I stand before thee, unguarded

Lost in your deep eyes,

My soul to your will subjected.

Hello world!

A few thoughts in my mind,

Candid reflections of my heart,

Opinions I want to make,

I scribble and make a start.