Miles I walked…

Miles I walked holding her hand — known what happiness feels like,
I chatted all the way – days were not ours but nights seemed so bright;
Wiser I felt — sage she made me feel — when all those were said (I had to say),
Sudden she left me — unprotected — unwanted, without saying why but in decay.

Miles I walked holding her hand — unaware of what sorrow she could bring,
Heaven were her touches once — like poison now she crawls beneath my skin;
Oh! Through the journey I have learnt, her being was the sorrow that guided me,
She was the misery I walked with — towards my certain demise — my destiny.

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….an incomplete poem of a heart ache

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He demurred and in wild impulse tried to pull himself all together,
but being shattered; and left in fragments solely to grieve upon thoughts of her.
A swarthy complexion aroused on his face; an incisive direction he starts wading,
seeking for the edge where the path led; why angels became so deceiving?
Daylight began to cursing him and he ran into a darkened den,
and moon light turned into a cold, shining knife slicing his very skin.
O her face, her murmuring voice, her songs poisoning the eyes and the ear,
all her touches crawling beneath the skin, through blood into his heart further.

The very thoughts of her lured him to his certain demise . . .

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