R. Ariffin Poems

Still is the pacing of the heart
No love could ever flow
The veins are blue with vengeance
The mind is ticking ready to blow
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Sweetness is she the bearer of the heart;
That lay upon the silhouette of the first sunrise;
The lover, full of love and its entire splendor;
As splendor as would love itself magnified twice.
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The clouds are thick and eloquently swollen;
With grey emotions of loss and irrationality;
The heart drenches with tainted expectation;
Shivering under cold embrace of melancholy.
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The scar in me comes
From your purple refusal
Wish it away I dare
Burn it all into a funeral
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For loving the every aspect of your soul
For missing your every sunset kisses
For being concern of your every conversation
For keeping hope that is shattered in pieces
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The morning color was filled with grey
As I watched you closed your heart and shut the door
And kept away all chances and possibilities
I watched as love fall through the floor
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How can I deny the beauty of winding stars
That evolves and revolves within your eyes
It triangulates my cosmic conscience so unreal
And deliver all my sorrow to its demise
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I can see you smiling
At the atrium of the sun
Basking in every warmth
That wraps you undone
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Don’t shade your eyes from the sun
For today clouded hearts are reigning
Stop complementing rainbows and kisses
Such momentary doesn’t have meaning
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Love is like the burning meteor
Swirling across the expending universe
With all its wondrous aspect of affection
Loyal to its infinite orbital journey
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