The Distances

Reminicising the dusky vistas of blissful hues,
Sat rocking, beneath a pall of december dew,
About your motley motifs, as I was musing
This serenade has flushed out of moorings
No complaints with the passing secluded dawns
But along with you this lifes life is gone
The gloomy darkness of a moon marooned night
Spated my life, as your smile deserted my sight
Tears in my heart never stopped to brew
From the moment you bade me adieu
A shimmering crescent in this melancholic life
Your memory is the only palliative to my grief
My unknown inhibition and imagined fear
Bridled me from enshrining thy elysian ardour
The stony want to distance from the earnest likes
A hidden paranoia in me tossed you alike
when one sanguine morn opened my mind's door
You had alreadysailed off to a far away shore
Now to trudge "the distances" is at best.,
Like waiting for the dawn facing west.

The Debate Of Love and Death

In a home of everlasting night,
Fantasy held its source,
And mounted upon lifes first desire;
A desire to see the Home
With a vision of joy,
And deepen the joy within a vision of dream

Unknown to the vast life,
Love crept behind and came out of vision,
And resounded to the sleeping soul
"Love is not an illusion but a feeling with a vision"
Now who helps the heart beat?
Who awakens the drowsy heat?

The heavens do not help sweet sufferings
Oh!,What, Love is a miraculous feeling,
Miraculous feeling in the thinking light,
And an estatic fantasy in the dreaming dark,
A Dark's dream;
Hoping to still last and love?

When the woman answered not!
In the home of everlasting night,
Dream grieves its home to grave,
Finding its fantasy within,
The dark of dream and light of thought,
Towards love they no longer fought!