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Love: Part 1
Tremulous quivers
Fumes of ego
Shades of alter-ego
The simmering volcano
The dying sun
A fine drizzle
The lush green sapling
The lonely beetle
and the clear sky
like a clear conscience
and a clear heart
A trivial lie
Random love
Passion’s play
Mere puppets
paired together
made of clay
The circle of life
The sinner's swing
Love is a tart-a wanton
Love is a whore
Love is a wife
A flower raped
drenched in morning dew
the colour-a rich sepulture orange
The requiem in the air
Sadistic sonnets
and masochistic joker
dancing to the cruel symphony
An extinguished candle
an unheard prayer
Lost balance of yin and yang
the bureaucracy of alpha and omega
The unanswered questions
the glint in the dead caged bird's eye
her fetters unlocked-her wings severed
The grainy patch of dry blood
The fragments of broken dreams
The silent howls of dead souls
The happy ghosts of the paradise
Love is a disease
and who has the cure
Love is never lost
Love is the paradise
Love is the drain with possible progeny
Love is the parasite
You and I are the host
Love is a farewell song
The smoke is still there
but where is the fire?
Fumes of ego
Shades of alter-ego
The simmering volcano
The dying sun
A fine drizzle
The lush green sapling
The lonely beetle
and the clear sky
like a clear conscience
and a clear heart
A trivial lie
Random love
Passion’s play
Mere puppets
paired together
made of clay
The circle of life
The sinner's swing
Love is a tart-a wanton
Love is a whore
Love is a wife
A flower raped
drenched in morning dew
the colour-a rich sepulture orange
The requiem in the air
Sadistic sonnets
and masochistic joker
dancing to the cruel symphony
An extinguished candle
an unheard prayer
Lost balance of yin and yang
the bureaucracy of alpha and omega
The unanswered questions
the glint in the dead caged bird's eye
her fetters unlocked-her wings severed
The grainy patch of dry blood
The fragments of broken dreams
The silent howls of dead souls
The happy ghosts of the paradise
Love is a disease
and who has the cure
Love is never lost
Love is the paradise
Love is the drain with possible progeny
Love is the parasite
You and I are the host
Love is a farewell song
The smoke is still there
but where is the fire?
Published 11th Nov 2011
| Edited 26th Jan 2012
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Anonymous
11th Nov 2011 8:22pm
Whitewand,
That's as close as I've seen anyone come to actually pointing it out on a cold rainy Sunday sidewalk and saying, that's love!
"masochistic joker
Dancing to the cruel symphony!"
"Love is the parasite
You and I...am the host."
Love reading your works!
tornado
That's as close as I've seen anyone come to actually pointing it out on a cold rainy Sunday sidewalk and saying, that's love!
"masochistic joker
Dancing to the cruel symphony!"
"Love is the parasite
You and I...am the host."
Love reading your works!
tornado
12th Nov 2011 1:38pm
Tornado,
Overwhelmed to say the least.
Makes me complete, makes this
piece complete. :)
Thank you for the kindness.
And I am elated that you do enjoy
my work. A pleasure.
Light.
S'
Overwhelmed to say the least.
Makes me complete, makes this
piece complete. :)
Thank you for the kindness.
And I am elated that you do enjoy
my work. A pleasure.
Light.
S'
12th Nov 2011 3:40pm
just love...sometimes, nature cheats us with this so we may pro-create. lol. but really love just is.
12th Nov 2011 5:42pm
Grace.
You made me grin ear to ear.
Pyaara.
p.s- love is just love. And more.
You made me grin ear to ear.
Pyaara.
p.s- love is just love. And more.
13th Nov 2011 00:10am
13th Nov 2011 10:52am
OMG.:) I have this big grin.
LOl. That was so sweet.
But coming from you it
should have been 'pyaar
karti hoon.' :-)
Love
pyaara
LOl. That was so sweet.
But coming from you it
should have been 'pyaar
karti hoon.' :-)
Love
pyaara
13th Nov 2011 2:15pm
