The Argument

Why is my love for you, dyed in wool?
What is the hindrance in moving on?

Why in love have I been made a fool?
What’s been causing this oblivion?

Why is thought of you, ever-present?
What’s keeping me from forgetting you?

Why is sight of you – magnificent?
What’s it you possess than others few?

A slow fire burns deep within me,
And keeps my curiosity at high

I question these puzzles so direly,
To philosophy, a pleasure – wry

If all life has led me to this point,
To make me but a mere proponent

Then, from this day to my last moment,
Just you and love, are my argument.

 

 

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The Consequence

Shall I speak of the consequence,
One, that your attention causes?

Words you utter keep me stunned,
And my heart stops upon your gazes.

I am known to have just one gift;
To feel things with intense passion

Yet it happens to consume me;
A divine fire, I cannot abandon.

In sleepless nights I sing to you
A song, however, incomplete.

On bright days I write you letters;
Ardent proses, yet bittersweet.

I am indeed burned with desire;
The consequence you must construe

If this is the damage of attention
Imagine, what your love will do.

Anthem

It is the fire that consumes me;
It is an inexplicable love,

It is the rain that calms me;
It is a melody from above.

It is the wind that humbles me;
It is everywhere and nowhere,

It is the sand that fuels me;
It is the artistry of nature.

I’m consumed by what I am,
I’m calmed by a riotous noise,

I’m humbled through arrogance,
I’m fueled by what is in poise.

I’ve much cherished the mystifying,
I’ve heard the unreal symphonies,

I’ve been moved by the inevitable,
And I’ve hailed the epiphanies.

False Dawn

So he sits in rain to drown in his thoughts
His heart is filled, with doubt and despair

He questions his rebirth, his perfect wings
Asking himself, ‘why his flight had faltered​?’

She was the wind to his mighty ailerons
And he’d blister his fire, all over her sky

The oceans screamed, upon their meeting
The sun shined brighter yet moon was shy

For certain, their love was unparalleled
But maybe it was just another false dawn

He no longer loves her, or maybe he does
For love is so short, forgetting is so long

The Fall

He crashed onto the surface of earth
As his queen had left to his surprise

His flame waning, his valor was bruised
His wings torn by the fall from the skies

He wasn’t hurting, but numb through pain
Lying there on dust, broken and helpless

Though he must find shelter and revive
That he must find a way out of this mess

The child has now once flown through sky
And he surely knows the might of flight

He longs to return, to be one with wind
To rise above ground, beyond this plight

Queen

When born again of fire; ascended
He flew with passion and desire

In the midst of clouds he found her
Like a revelation, as birds conspire

She was peace, a rose, the wine
Her heart; warm, unable to hate

For she was like a summer’s day
Not gloom for him to illuminate

Love urged her to embrace the dark
So she became one with the night

He kneels to her, calls her queen
Unleashing his blaze in all his might