Love To Loved Poem by abhishek thakur

Essence of tradition

Authority to conceive, tears too hard to dry
Lines are insouciant, but swear I never lied.
Rushed in lunacy, flowers in hands
I owe look on my attire, not really sublime.
Anticipating the jinx
I was evidently nervous, dare not to hide,
as glance of her and re-increation of life
war in peace though truths never enough for bed of lies.
Finally the moment came,
Tears holding the ages as beats almost lost race from aspiration
Souls kissed in eternal desperation.
Fluids media of one’s feelings
Hydrogen gives life makes you stronger
Almighty die me younger,
Love would be toxic and poison
Though we always have endless hunger

Dreams surviving curse of reality
Love me as my victim soul cried
some reigns forever and fillings never die.
I tried to break the silence but
Words dried in rain of belongings
Drenching eyes in sorrow,
Wonder why things are there to follow
Hope for today
Time still has no tomorrow.

I then opened my eyes
She heavenly smiled, I lost my sight
Eyelids bowed to spark of beauty
Deaths too many but I never died.
Veins turned red, blood to burst
Confinement of life transmitted
All love in thirst, though no
longer kissing, we walked in galaxy eyes

I feel like holding my lies in whiskers of time
Luck on surface as fate dominates
Crime of lust, lonely heart without rhyme.

Close was I, I was still so close
Breaths are distance, breathless again I wish
Search as magical and erotic lists
Breaths not fatal, though I still, still wish to Blind to world
imagination not often dominates me
nothing behind time
But dark where I wanted to live
Sun is forever, some choose to follow and some and me
Never been that close.