Woeful tales of broken romance

8e0b4c78db06795e27c9e35a34c35314--arthur-rackham-illustrations-winter-princess-598090064.jpgNow, I m returning to my shelter,
With woeful tales of broken romance,
Her war of words have raged my soul,
And the flames of hell will burn me to coal.

Her designations have ripped apart my emotions,
Similar to that of how Knights do torn apart their rivals.

Today’s essence of her has riddled my bosom,
So, demise is the only axiom.
Her barbaric vision has flickered my perceptions,
And there is no way to leave this hallucination.
Her atrocious face has seized my sight
And I can’t amble, tonight.

Fiery redemption or brutal preemption
Is that what you have done to me!
I witness my dreams into a sea of torment,
Your smile is piercing my heart like a thorn,
And then you make burn,
With flames of the sun,
Leaving me with the woeful tales of broken romance.

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Feelings

I don’t even know how long she has been gone. Its like I have been woken up in bed and she is not here. Because she has gone to the bathroom or something. But somehow I know she is never gonna come back to bed. If I could just. Reach over and touch. Her side of the bed, I would know that it was cold, but I can’t. I know I can’t have her back.. But I don’t want to wake up in the morning, thinking she is still here. I lie here not knowing.. How long I have been alone. So how… How can I heal?. So, how am I supposed to heal if I can’t….. Feel time!
The wind is blowin’ against me. I have tried a lot to blow myself into the wind, but she is not letting me to do that. She said she is not gonna come back, there is no love between us and we should stop dating each other. But why can’t she understand that I can’t feel time. Time for me has never changed for being with her to not being with her.
But on the other side of the bed, I lay my head and I can wait for her, even after time falls apart.

Ineffable Fondness

The blackness descended like ‘mascara’
Streaming down her cheek,
It’s like suffocating the stars and the moon with a terrifying blackness.

I sprinted

Ignoring the icy cruel coldness that clawed,
It’s way through the twisted trees and rain drenched pathway.

She was missing.

Past, the little cemetery where my hurt was buried and i lay sleeping.

Panic.

At last.

Down to the bottom of the hill, where despair and misery lay hidden, broken, abandoned, in a lonely ditch.

Nataliya!! (her name is filled with darkness, I cant spell it).

Falling in my knees, the strings cut from a marionette,
Collapsing into a muddy puddle of a desperate tears.

Nataliya!!
Chistafer!!

At last I found her,
The long lasting pain and agony ended up with a black tears of joy.

Endless Dreams


Today,

I have stepped out, with my collar high,
Under the gray sky.
The air is frozen lace on my skin,
delicate and cold,
like winter waves on sallow sand.

In some moments I see my boots are on the frozen alley,
Covered with slush.
And,
In others I transfix to the interplay of cloud and sun, above.

But this stone mosaic beauty won’t be able to conjure my mind.
The road is lonely,
I have crossed a clod state of line,
To reach the foggy winds of time.

The shivering coldness of the climate has stretched out towards my soul,
Just like the leisurely falling snow engulfs the MAGNOLIA, and makes it stiff and harsh.
And may be, that’s why my body has turned to ash,
So slow.

And the colourful haze is dead,
And I should return to my grave,
Where I can lay my head,
Upon the nature’s bed,
And the illusion is seeming to an end.