Soul Torment

If the sun was a lie
we never reached the existence line
life taught us how to manipulate
now it's a grace!
My soul was forgotten
among the thirsty we claim
shouted: that's my petition
the brave may hear the voice of mine
Years I was running after my fate
recognizing the face of true anguish
the pressure came upon my shoulders
till I couldn't stand on my feet
The path was undefined
strange feelings in the depths of me
shortly I was home again
back to my torment
Torture the souls without a request
high above it flies
and the eyes can see the soured
silence the song that never been sung!
forever hoped to hear that in my ears
singing the words we never came across
those words weren't ours
but I always wanted to hear!
Lord! Guide the mind to realization of it's endless agony
let it see the meaning of the unspoken words
"burst out with tears"
and among the blind may it see
Only for her heart had died of pain
her wishes were granted
to die before it sees the losing of hope
becoming a disteny
So I suppose you see?
"nodded" never I believe
I lost the ability to see since that bright face
Oh!! The light came right through me
Black in vain, my unleashed story of thee
YES!!! I do I do I do...
the hope was real
to lure him on to sorrow and perdition
Laughter I hear from far
and the eyes can't see
the only truth infront of me
it was just a fantasy
Written on the wall of eternity
it must have been irony
to lose everything you own
lingered out to that happy day
It's anguish my dear
controlled all of me
remarkable my dreams were
crossed the lines of reality
Drove me to my darkest fantasies
led me to beg thee
but found no mercy upon me
he gave the soul a torment
Cut the figure he intended
slowly and soothed all my sorrow
he was charming with cold sharp looks
never appreciate anyone, that's apathy!
Dare and confess it's against beliefs
offer the body coldness and sin
found fools among us
Oh that never worth a penny!
Lord! Forgive me it was just a frailty
no escape from your past
over his weak body I stand
with vanity and some out of hate
If that good man
the owner of heart
who cured the wounds once
left me all shattered!
For a wise man, he never was
to be good, he wasn't any
feeding on my agony
and the prodigy wasn't me the weak!
He only out of agony screamed
seeking the peace from me
his curse was jealousy
may the souls wrath on him
If I may?
take the pain all away?
would you let my cold hands touches your face
and smell the perfume on your neck?!
Sang the "words" very loud and clear
sweet! of you to pretend a tale
written with ink on a piece of paper
so wild the hearts can get
A perilous man indeed
his name was forgotten with years
but the memories remains sweet
beautiful days never return again
One thing I worn you of
the love of thee
hurts like a sword in the throat
the pain no one can bear
Out of my words, and spoken emotions
nothing I want but thee
to his love may confine my breath
fill the joy in my depths slowly
his grief, very near he fell down
on his knees: I'll undertake!!
the weather was getting gloomy by then
a flower, to thee I gave
True what they say; no pity for the cowered!
a true servant to him, while I am living
Lord! I ask no more.

The Struggle Within

Note: before you read this poem must know that I wrote this poem with my imagination the characters are not real and it's just a story like poem I 1st named it "the lonely poet" but found "the struggle within" more suitable; written on  25 January (5:35 PM).

When the sun fell and darkness took over the sky

I dreamt on her shoulder to fly

with the warmth of her love hope died lastly  

lying on the other side thinking of what to say

opened my heart; to say:

you are beautiful but empty

she looked at me and asked me: Why?

my words were lost somewhere suddenly

silence is what I don't understand, indeed a mystery!

when it was all so simple and words were easy to say

She touched my hand and said: I understand you perfectly

well I assure you; among the dreamiest our love was extraordinary 

there was a time when tears were dry

never thought I'd lose and simply lay

beneath the sheet I cried  with the memories of your beauty

I couldn't breath till I saw her smile; she is my fancy

that once was a reality 

she sang her goodbye and danced on the river beautifully 

the beauty flew away

like it never existed before; sadly

she was the only one I can standby

she had a strong appeal and amazing personality 

when I asked her to stay

silence was the answer adamantly

the lonesome started to gets the depth of me, all I did is pray

sat by the river and broke away

everything was doomed while I realized she was here yesterday

but not today

Oh the queen of my life died on the 4th of July 

and our love fade away

there was nothing but her smell in the river way

when we used to play

the truth is I died when I chased the train way

thought I saw her; Oh what a joy!

it turned there was me only

and the light a head directly 

the imagination of mine drove me crazy

nothing seemed real but her apparently

the life was sour without her around honestly

I had nothing to believe in but the truth that she's far away

my days were long and timeless, it was just apathy

drown in my poetry; at least I can talk to her through it consistently

believe me Emily

the need of your warm kisses is killing me slowly

wish if she was here currently

I know she can hear me but yet no reply

she used to be the one who talks and I am the master of silence

Oh irony!

now all I want is to hear that voice daily

like I am addicted to her mostly

she used to give me happiness easily

like if she was an angel fell from the sky

she used to stand out perfectly

and speak six languages fluently  

I had that woman that acts intelligently 

Oh I still crave to touch her body

my days after your departure are dark and lonely

would you give me a sign that you live across reality?

I begged her to stay

by the river I'll wait patiently

to you to come and recall my fray

that you never deserved the cruelty

all the beautiful things in life it was a form of you truthfully

I got you all mine once; they called me the man who was lucky 

Oh well! it didn't last unfortunately

wish if the star am looking at was you precisely  

it's been years since you left the life and I still remember your face reverently

I'd waste the lonely times and enjoy drawing your portray 

my core is torn apart Emily

why you had to stab the heart and leave me lonely

I cry over your grave daily

while the faith grew in me day by day

those days close to end finally

quietly I sat and wept in the Church of Saint Anthony 

the illness took over me scantly

thought my days were over shortly

I prayed to God to send me a miracle urgently 

you knew me Emily I never been a man of faith nor spiritually 

but things changed, when you left me secretly

the love of yours warmed my body

and I still feel you at night beside me touching me softly

as you were the flower and I was the little prince who held you tightly

I regret not giving you the world; I ask now tolerantly

to grant me one chance to be with you for eternity 

I loved you deeply

worshiped the sand you walked on; that's not maladroitly!

was magical your appearance midnightly

I crumbled within seconds; realizing the illness spread malignantly

saw your face lighting my room neatly

O, the smile of yours tamed me permanently

fall in love with you ages ago and I still feel the same way

I devoted my work and my life to you only

now it's the time to take me away

with you; flying above the stars happily 

when our love gets bigger and bigger uncountably

the last wish; for you to be a reality

and there was a lost story

between the lines of my poetry

where I lived in reality

and she was just imaginary

-The End-

The Thing That Cannot Be Seen

Each day we face something different

We fight back and sometimes we gave up

A day can be good or a bad one

We are under fate control

Nothing can be predicted

We just live it day by day

Sometimes it’s hard to understand what’s happening around us

But we try to get a long with it

And see if we have a chance to be in a safe place

With happiness and peace

Unfortunately, we are weak,

so fragile just like tea cups,

in this world that made of grantee.

There are so many unseen things

But touchable

We are afraid to touch them, but not afraid to see

Thou sometimes the things we see are dramatically terrifying

and ugly

Senses are made to be used equally

If we lack the sense of feelings

We lost something amazingly beautiful.

“The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen."