Sweat suddenly tripped from my eyes.
My heart, anchored at the ocean of the lost.
Hold on longer, I cannot;
hold on longer, I was forbidden,
...
Confused, you are.
Bedazzled, I am.
Bemuffling is this feeling.
In wilderness, we are.
...
The storm clouds with all its mighty bows,
hang low with a threat of a hundred blows.
the broken window's woes,
echoing to and fro.
...
It was a cold morning of John.
All around was your scent.
The smell of freshly roasted coffee wrapping itself around the gentle hint of lime that was I.
The inevitable bloom of the flowers of Spring whispered to me a screaming conclusion, warning me of my nearing destruction.
...
You can never know me.)
The Yielding
With every blink
your eyes form
new constellations,
new galaxies.
Into your lips
specks of stardust
fall and
hide
But when you smile
they can't help
but glow.
like it...good....literature is such a beautiful creation..do keep on writing...johan surya..: -) ..you write well...
This poems are so good.. Keep it up monica!