The jugular vein,
Constricted by thy passion,
Of undying love,
Commitments rendered,
Promises hurled,
Intrude my peace.
The conscientious caressing,
Of feet and soul,
Maketh the heart to swell, it,
Slides into unknown,
Domains of love,
With no limitations.
Thy gripping embrace,
A story of hope,
Heavens forsaken,
No twists of,
Time and tide,
Can reclaim thee.
Our itinerant passion,
A new folklore of love,
Shall reign upon the skies,
Spirits rebellious shall rise,
In frenzy, in torment of
Distant separation.
Trust, not thy creed.
Deceit thy craft,
Deception, thy trait,
Once a nirvana, of hope,
Now a hell, of flaming promises.
All the secret assignation,
Accentuate zeal, enthusiasm,
Provoked by thy clasp,
Of my lonesome soul,
Betrayed at the altar,
Of trust, faith, loyalty.
Thy expression of love,
Seemingly now,
The Sprouting of words,
Tired, wearisome, untrue,
All a pastiche, a ruin of love,
Flucky, no wasn’t. But, yes, deceived.
The vehemence of
Vendetta, of rebuke,
Of retaliation, of vengeance,
Seek reconstruction, of
The shrine of love,
Consecrate, I shall, each moment.
Driven by the lunacy
Of belief,
Beguiled I stood,
When the dance of hope, was
Stifled, pulverised, murdered,
Loss, was mutual.
Hallucinations engulf,
Heart, mind and soul,
Of not letting any, to
Seek or touch thee,
Rebel against the tired moonlight,
Even if it seeks to rest,on the bosom.
Deep inside the cavity,
Of the heart, inscribed,
Are remains of thy promises,
Reality in defeat against
Fallacy of imagination,
The frenzied soul, will not pardon,thee.
Sirajuddin Aziz.
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