I know not when it happened, this change The path of my life deviated from its track Shadows of uncertainty over the dimlights Strings of my heart once played melodies Since chaos made a nest in my mind, Frightening screams echoed in my ears Pandemonium broke out, I lost the last string Nightmares haunting even after the night, Even sleep can't give me a temporary escape Story would have been entirely different, Had I found a Snickersnee amidst all these... Shivering hands only found a pen and paper Davenport in the corner became my throne Scribbling how everything seems picayune Meloncholy mornings and jejune evenings... My verses captured the chaos and cacophony Reflecting the bewitching beauty of balladry Don't want to share these secrets with anyone Still sometimes my heartbeat slows down Sometimes my mind would whisper to me "What if there was someone to hold me tight ? Would daydreams blossom again in my life ?"
// Maybe I'm fated to suffer The vecissitudes of life all alone Maybe the pain of living with such ennui Would continue... As long as I'm alive...//
Blushing girls, so demure and shy Simplistic beauty catches the eye Porcelain bloom, just a hint of pink Here one moment, gone in a blink Delicate petals bloom early spring Stunning posture, stand tall & sing Perfect bouquet on your wedding day A slight breeze, and a unified sway Blushing girls, beautiful and rare So much in one bulb, seems unfair
“God is our refuge and strength,A help that is readily found in times of distress...But those hoping in Jehovah will regain power. They will soar on wings like eagles” - Psalms 46:1; Isiah 40:31 (NWT)
For the 5th installment of the Winged analogies on my 1125 post combining again with the artist incredible picture reflecting my words. What a joy to read words assuring me during times I have felt the same....overwhelmed and weaken. Until being reminded (again) I needed a higher power to help me soar especially when I felt I couldn’t take it any more!
You're. .. The ink to my pages, The words to my blank spaces, The dot of my dimples, The cross of my religion, The forever to my finiteness
And in the everlasting finity of us, Our story created a spark, An unpredictable variable In an experimental mixture Of passion and imagination
We didn't know Where it would take us, How long we would last With a wildfire in our parchment palace, Yet we persisted in our lovely innocence, Cherishing each moment between the lines
And maybe That was a mistake we'd never regret Or a blessing we can never forget, But no matter what we label The unknown that almost undid us, What remains is the fact That without the sudden firestorm, We would not have become what we are
And if we consider How papers may glow in fire But books burn into hearts We could appreciate more The tale of our blazing love