SLAIN LOVE

With my feelings, you played,

With love, my heart, you flayed!

For my true feelings, you showed disdain,

You continued to batter me, even after I was slain!

You encouraged my love aspiration,

And then, quietly led me, to its expiration!

You made me think, you had a heart of gold,

But, I knew not, to someone, your heart, you had already sold!

Love, I thought, was a rare blessing,

When I presented it to you, away did you fling!

I thought, of love, you were an Angel,

But my heart, with yours, could never gel!

With love, I thought, I would be elevated,

But, my heart and the love of my life, it deracinated!

 

 

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DOLEFUL LOVE

 

In love, why do we feel the pain?

It scars the heart, and leaves behind stain.

Does pain make us really wise?

Or, cuts the feelings of our hearts to size?

Does love soothe, or make us uncouth?

Love is for the old, and the youth!

In love, why does the heart waver?

Anything else, except pain, does the heart favour?

Why do tears run down, like rivulets of blood?

Not just the heart, the entire soul, they flood!

Are love and pain Siamese twins?

Are they the heart’s two greatest sins?

If at all, love ever yields bliss,

I’ll be so unfortunate, that I’m sure to miss!

 

 

 

 

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LOVE – GRACE OR DISGRACE?

Of late, more than god, of you, I think,

More than water, my own tears, I drink!

Will I get you, or will I miss?

Will you truly understand me, or take me amiss?

Will you take pride in being my better-half?

Or, at my unprecedented love for you, scoff?

My obliterated love, will you resuscitate?

Or, just consign it to fate?

The deep scars of my heart, will you erase?

Or, leave it alone, to develop into a maze?

Your love has come, as a glimmer of hope,

I wish, it doesn’t turn, into a rope!

Your love, my heart wants to embrace,

If it can’t, can there be a better disgrace?

 

 

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WISHFUL LOVE

My heart, love has again filled,

But in love, I’m the least skilled!

The love of my life, will god now bestow?

Or, will love turn out to be, my greatest foe?

Love seems sweeter now, after a failure,

Will ‘this’ love make my life endure?

Will love this time, act as nectar?

Or, decay, my heart’s every sector?

The ‘ways of love,’ to me, seem inexplicable,

It evaporates as quick as it begets, like a bubble!

I wish, love, I could capture,

And make my heart, enrapture!

But, alas! Sometimes, love seems wishful thinking,

Love, in my heart, hasn’t yet started sinking!

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APOSTLE OF LOVE OR DEATH?

Of love, are you an apostle?

Or just an imaginary castle?

Of love, are you an embodiment?

Or just, an accompaniment?

The true values of love, will you uphold?

Or prove to be copper, in the guise of gold?

The feelings of my heart, will you reciprocate?

Or with the effluxion of time, allow it to abate?

Will you be by my side, in times, turbulent?

For me, are you truly meant?

My pain, will you alleviate or aggravate?

Will you save me from doom, or seal my fate?

No more pain can my heart, now bear,

If it does, it will be beyond repair!

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FRIABLE HEART

Poor I am, in matters of the heart,

Teach me how to, and how not to, part!

My heart, once love’s rampart,

Is now, torn apart!

My heart is smarting from acute pain,

In love, except heart-break, nothing did I gain!

There is a deep rupture in my love relation,

Causing neither me, nor my sweet-heart, any elation!

My heart is so very fragile,

It can break at the touch of guile!

Why did I inherit a heart so weak?

With such a heart, love, can I ever seek?

The strength of a chain is in its weakest link,

In such weakness, will my heart thrive or stink?

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DIVINE LOVE

 

My love for you has grown in stature,

To me, you’re the epitome of nature!

In you, I see the spirit, divine,

Just one glance, I know, you’re mine!

You’ve been sent to this earth for a reason,

You fill my heart with love, even in off-season!

Your smile is a harbinger of things, pleasant,

Your presence, a testimony of incessant support, you lent!

Never, even once, did you let me down,

You made me smile, whenever I wanted to mourn!

Being with you, I feel revivified,

Without you, certainly, sooner, I would have died!

Your love for me, is god’s finest treasure,

Your love and god’s grace have no measure!

 

 

 

 

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