A whimsical dreamer chasing fireflies, a wayfarer wandering through lanes of magic and poetry.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

UNTITLED

Tears trodden by thy mild touch
Yet my heart seizes every pain
Entangled in a web of emotions
Questions my heart, "Why such insecurity?"

Feelings live, inspire, die,
ruins love...
Yet thy caring hands hold my pain
and yet I seize every pain!


Creeping on the meadow of faith
Ceasing to believe in myself
I burn...
In flames of hope,
flames of desires, flames of 
unnamed fears!

Still I find momentary peace
Hearing thee speak in the night's dead
Tears then give way to smiles,
hearing thee!
Thy love treads upon my grief
Yet I seize every pain...



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