Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site


Tags: Agony, Love


While the time a lover appreciates the beauty of love he can’t scurry away from the deep unrest and anxiety he has buried deep inside him and all he feels is the agony....


Submitted:Jun 23, 2012    Reads: 168    Comments: 47    Likes: 11   


We have lived bewraying and muttering,
lending hands and ear for everything
I whisper a word in her ear
the world rejoices with the smile that appears.
I know it when she is annoyed,
I know it when her heart is crying,
she might fool the world but
I know when the god's not in the shrine.

We long for each other to sing,
a song or a melody
so that in the way one could join
and make the moment worth a while.
She talks like a stereo,
but when done, i feel like losing her.
when she shows her back and walks away
i feel the sun raining its tears away.

Beside me she sits,
and then we have nothing to say
no words to console the heart that's agog
so i let the silence talk.

Then to feel her presence and warmth
resting my hands in her arms,
we walk in the twilight with the sky,
showering its calmness with no lovelorn around.
But when it's time to bid goodbye
i wish the sand could stay
to have her next to me,
content my life's in the right place.

She is around, i m alive.
she's not, i live on memories
but then i feel i own her
not seeing her makes me devoid
of my breath and love of life.

I hate and love, you ask perhaps
how that can be
well i know not
i just feel the agony…





11

| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list



Reviews

About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.