Solace

Four years of affectionate
Is but a deep throe to neglect
Thy heart and souls groan over him
Felt no hope but countless grim

Four years of inspiration
Is but a million fathoms
To thee I offered all my triumphs
But not a reason of holding a chance

I don’t know why, it is so unjust
Maybe I am wrong but this is it
Four years of loving thee
Even it hurts I am letting him free

Indeed, I found myself grieving
Near the fringe of insanity
He may not know about it
For him I am nothing

Alone I wept
Every tear reminisce his memories
Then I ought to recover
Four years, that’s enough

Solace, it is what I need

An Ode for my Beloved

Maudlin nights somehow allay my grievances
Aberrant love still blazing me all over
Refuge I need but scoffed me away
Lonely soul, frozen in a dungeon of sentiments
Obstructed by uncertainties and agony
Naïve, I may describe to myself

Queer sound of zephyr I heard
Unveiling my face to see the sparkling light
Imperfectly created with blood flowing on the ground
Zest, at last but alone lamenting
Ordeal, it could be
No more I beg but I do love him

Serenity of Love

Relinquish all my doubts in mind
Overcome thy precious smile
Behind my consciousness I say
Engulf me from where I stared
Retracing my thoughts to thee must show
Thy feelings alone I ought to limit

Release me from this touch of love
Outcast my soul that hangs from no where
Myriad of good days I am counting on air
Embrace thy goal to you I will be loved
Rushing hours, to please, I feel want
Oh, my heart whispered, a serenity of love

Folds of Heart for Friendship

Never will I begin to paint the err
For so much lies than truth it could be
Until no more can vow a time
Tempt must cease scolding the aisle
But ain’t hope nor ignore

Beg, to insist naïve
My fate indulge seems harsh and doubt
Will cant’ blame a fire of just
Mend will I enough for a kind
Redeem not and by understood

Indeed, may he wonder
Softened by rub of tears and joys
Shall the moment reckon fast
Beneath I shouted anew
And laid bare while on seize

Countless folds of heart must face
Pumps and beats recharge low
Friendship it may be, a victor and conqueror
Poor heart many times pleated
Reason in common for a special friend

And step I now partake the depth
Veil the grief, alone embrace
All folds encapsulated the trails
Or must he trap my hands
For these folds sooner will bloom

Broken Mourn

Million cries will never last
Thy breath of touch suspends me
Oh my broken mourn light me up
For thee my heart splits
But never seeks a tighter hold

Broken mourn fall into pieces
No sounds of whisper I hear
Retrieve me for I may die
Hang myself when the sun rises
Darkness covers thy lonely eyes

I hide behind my shadows
Cold hands broke the silence
To ease the pain inside
Not enough to reach the heaven
Such deepest love regrets me

From the morning walk
I found myself grieving
Never will I make a vow of tears
Stranded along the hidden secrets
Reveal no more but endless hope

As the sea carries the pain
A mirror recalls the memories
If a fisher could free the slave
And I will cut the chain
Thy soul at last ended its mourn

Broken mourn will soon fade
Hold me but not my heart
And if shall I gone
The memories will still be here
I may but not

Created last November 11, 2003