Tuesday, September 13, 2022

A Lovely Remembrance: Is it Love Still? Or Is Love Always for the Past?

 

Time was once,

When the flower was at its prime,

Lost love now only feign,–

Immortality which time can’t maim!

 

What a great make believe!

Heart’s no cause of yore,

Today, mind’s cause to deceive:

Hence the lyrics required many more.

 

Celestial to remain in love

With love that once was!

By tongue it creates wave,

Ripples whose get lover ‘pass’.

 

‘Pass’ in keeping flame alive

For others to see it

And credit for negating time’s heave

Against the love lamp tenderly lit.

 

Where art fullest petals?

Which formed earthy beauty; love

Among vast stretches of vales,

Oof! Find them, now, afore toe.

 

Thy wide parted eyes,

Show now the angst;

Vision before them dies,

And thou laugh at the epitapher biggest.

 

Thy soft trysts in my arms

Make the pen stubborn,

Bent on creating charms,

But write they only lover’s mourn.

 

At times thou had tears,

Brooked which thy rosy cheeks;

A flower flooded with fears,

Me now tryst only wordy shrieks.

 

Shaking lips when sent

Tremour theirs in mine,

Very same now hell bent

On paying lip service to that wine.

 

Then, thou sipped worries from my brow,

And the wrinkles there unfolded;

Luck seemed for a charming throw,–

Poet’s lines, now, to be traded.

 

Those hot gasping whiffs

Formed warm passioned air,

Float, now, in cloudy ifs,

And the mystic sucking his share.

 

Aha that sleep thine

In the blessed lap mine!

Those thighs now seek pat,

Claim love’s survival and bet.

 

Crossed I physical limits,

Souls merged to play games,

This lover now hits body

To show the soul lame.

 

Beloved, hardest I tryst

For thy aliveness in me,

Still, efforts to reach highest

On love scale always neigh.

 

Alas, thou art past now!

Historian, but, tries love still,–

New love seeds to sow

New love crop for some crazy will.

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