Verdict of the Beating Heart

Deep inside that raging longing
thrashing and waiting unrest to be
unleashed withing boundaries beyond
befallen by that chain of predilection entwined;

Shalt not befallen into those cognizant eyes
spilling and dwindling what that shalt not ever be
intense knowledge of all but those hidden
behind the liquid brown stare;

Practiced was the move thyself strode to hurt
those incredible moments frozen in the cold rising
alack surrounded whilom whatsoever wherever was one?
swith methinks the way it was dealt with
sharp as knife made of ice- cold;

Whilst as time flew past sleep was lost without a thought
mayhaps shalt one wonder that strong association oneself
wary eyes withering trust within the nest of love
hist not easily forgotten;

Siege the heart that belongs, reign the same over
bereft of what it demands, met or maynot;
aroint afore infant steps with heaps of distrust from the past
archaic as my poem,
at arm length thou shall stand, a slap or a hug
verdict of that beating heart.

The Camouflage

Besotted with paradise never known
fantasy of ruins ever known, must reality be known
shalt come the long way
anger and beseech long forgotten;

World of love sought by
after all had been ones thought
sufferings and hurt at what cost
these questions never fought;

When queries stand in place of a passionate hug
the sense of belonging soon lost
battles that were reigning past
befallen like a braveheart;

Misery and might that forever fight
internal tug that rages war
soft kiss that would take the ache near the heart
that failed to beat any far;

Weighing thy pressing demands over
thou shalt stay behind guards
of honour to look ahead into the oblivion of barring skies
avenging the storm of emotions I continue to stand,
as lightening strikes through my core