You can tell that life is
not much of a bliss, not much a rose’s kiss
When the paths taken only taper and smoulder
On a crestfallen shoulder, grief gets colder, bolder; as one grows older!
You can tell that joy and happiness
are so few like summer’s dew, like a graveyard yew; they hardly fit
Cinderella’s feet like neat pennies in a purse; and the prince
must sadly, in disappointment, wince!
Can the book be read but never learnt?
And repeated mistakes get the fingers burnt?
Does the fault lie in all that treachery’s greed
to which circumstance and all the world pay anxious heed?
Can a brief and bright living spark
that dies in a moment, leave an irrevocable mark?
That a dying bush of roses is sworn
to leave its beauty behind and remove all the bludgeony of thorns?!
And in such immemorial beatitude find
beauty of soul timelessly left behind
The one that seeks to sincerely scour the underworld is never undone
in his bid to bring back to humanity that eternal flake of sun
There’s a brightness shining on a page
Even if skittish is the mythic journeyperson’s gauge
Perusing the route through slavery for mastery
His pertinacious ways are like God’s own intrepidity
whose traverse through ordinal numbers were choices of his boots
that creation, ultimately, never fails the truth
And the greatest seeker finds his True Love for the greatest good
And my love for you is much more than all the blood and bravery of my youth!
There is no blemish in such ultimation of purpose
Can acts be leveraged by the expression of a few words?
This black-and-blue-don from the inks of my heart
That love grows even more prolific than all the works of my art!
God didn’t only end with what he did start
His was the eternal fortress with no vulnerable ramparts
A love finds its way even as destiny twists and darts
There could have been broken dreams; but there was never a falling apart (between us)!!!!
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