Oft’ I wonder
Long into the night
About this enigma
This mystery called Love
What is it?
Who has it and who has it not?
How does it happen? Can it be predicted?
Do we control it or does it control us?
Which organ is to be held responsible?
Is it worth it? Is it frivolous?
Is it necessary?
Is it real?
Is it indoctrinated?
Oft’ I wonder
Long into the night
When darkness abounds
Is it a pastime of fools?
Tag: Poetry
Love Is An Axe
Love is an axe
That mercilessly slashes through the bonds
Of friendships bound delicately and
Held together over the years
The sharp-edged tool
Cuts through relationships and
Leaves the loose ends stranded
Leaking aches endlessly
The friendship-wrecker
Shows no emotion
While swinging around, destroying
The fabric that made the host
On Our Own
The path is long, so are woes
Through those thorns we have grown
You and I, on our own
The moon turned up in the sky
In full force, glistening
The stars left our wills in a wreck
With nobody listening
While we waited on our own
The angels called out your name
While the demons sang the same
Among the deities, on our own
We looked the world in the eye,
With all our hearts, battled it
Grabbed the winds by the neck
Shook it hard, rattled it
All we did, on our own
Do look up at the soil
A breathing organ emerges
Nevermore on our own
If Only You Could Hear My Heart
If only you could hear my heart
You’ll know so many truths
About the way it delights in
The little things that we do
If my heart was audible
You would never have a doubt
And never have the need to ask
The silly questions that you do
If my heart could whisper to you
It would speak of lovely tales
Where two hearts merge into one
Like ours have done today
A Beauty She Is
A beauty she is; a beauty she is; a beauty she is
A deity she is; a deity she is; a deity she is
She moves like a breeze
The flowers turn her way
To offer her a kiss
A beauty she is; a beauty she is; a beauty she is
She sails through the seas
Glides through the air
Her each step amazes
A deity she is; a deity she is; a deity she is
She’s a song in motion
With long, wavy hair
And rose-coloured lips
A beauty she is; a beauty she is; a beauty she is
From ocean to ocean
When she comes to play
Along with her winged horses
A deity she is; a deity she is; a deity she is
A beauty she is; a beauty she is; a beauty she is
A deity she is; a deity she is; a deity she is
Love Is A Mother
On a chessboard there are several pieces
Each with its unique function
Rooks go straight
Bishops go cross
Knights jump all over
While the pawns, like the slothful king, ambulate at leisure
It is hardly a surprise, however, that
The most important function in the game is handed to a woman
The queen is not an ordinary piece
Rather than being a commander of the army
She is a protector of her family
She goes left, she goes right
She goes up, she goes down
Horizontal and vertical
Diagonal and across
She can do everything
She gobbles up the enemies like it is a piece of cake
She keeps the opponents in check
Sometimes she even sacrifices herself for her family’s sake
She is fierce, she is strong
She is brave, she is powerful
A warrior and a soldier
Fighter and defender
Caring and uncompromising
When the game is over
She goes back inside the box
Along with the rest of her family
There she takes off her armour and coronet
There she changes her role
There she is not a soldier
There she is a gentle and an affectionate mother
February 6, 2023
Ah, the moon feels so close
I could snatch it from the sky
Hide it in my pocket where
Forever it will lie
Love Is A Sea
Endless and beyond
Take your boat out to sail
When the weather’s calm
The sea will be your home
The view will be magnificent
With gentle sunshine dripping overhead
You won’t find a more pleasant scene
Beware, though, the waters may get rough
Do not abandon your boat
Ride the troubled waves
To find where you stand
To understand your strengths
Suffer along with the sea
And emerge victorious
Once the weather is calm again
You will find yourself one with the sea
Nothing could break you now
An eternal bond in motion
Love Is A Mosquito
When you lay your guard down
Turn off all the lights
It comes and stings you
It takes time before you realise
The itch has captured you
It wouldn’t let you sleep in peace
You get up from your bed
Turn on the lights
Vainly look for the perpetrator
Disappointed, you get back in your bed
After the lights are turned off again
You promise yourself to take better precautions the next time
You lie awake
Thoughts circling your head
One hand scratching the itch
You begin to enjoy the itch
The stimulus grips you
You know it’s not right for you, but you secretly wish for more
You Are Special
Last night
Your absence struck me
Ripped and pricked me
I’m exposed
Sometimes
I lose track of time
I lose track of things
With eyes closed
I wish to tell you how lonely I am
I wish to tell you how special you are
For filling my heart with these emotions
When I thought I had turned to stone
Come back, come back
I am waiting for you
Come back, come back
This heart is missing you
This morn’
The bed lay empty
Silence brought me
Memories
Often
I sit and wonder
Think you’re gone for
Centuries
I wish to tell you how gloomy I am
I wish to tell you how precious you are
For filling my heart with these sensations
When I thought I had turned to stone
Come back, come back
I am waiting for you
Come back, come back
This heart is missing you
