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two roses

the cockatiel
 doomed and nestled
in corner of the grey metal cage, saw
 the responsible
lady for, this falling ambience
failed to cover
 anguish— her black ball gown
satin, as her
he cannot do worse to her heart

fearing him
and a situation
of past
walking down the cellar
she befriended darkness
riotous thoughts gushed
that eerie dusk
when two roses were extended
confessing his love
it itched her abandoned
soul

to her—
it felt new
bewitching to bear
for love was outlandish
as death is
 to us

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if he could

spreading venomous fluid through my already frail
aged veins
brutal secret demons in me
scream
stunned I stood
savage inside mine
blackened skull
cut through his guts
to break scanty
expressions
cold blood flows down the blood-red roses
admiring the lethal
i still stand
unanswered will it be
his door half doomed
evil in me should slow down
but
half-open door should never shut for i can’t breathe his alluring venom
anymore
i need to survive composedly
in chaos that
i designed
he will appear if
he could

Collection of poems- Of Love

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley 

Love is like a potion, known to mend broken, fragile hearts. Only with a contented heart and a calm mind you can work well. For that mental peace, you need to realize the magic of love- give love and be loved.

These are few of the lines, too close to my heart, by great poets, on Love.
The warmth that you get while reading these lines remain unexplainable!

Love has nothing to do with
the five senses and the six directions:
its goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission
will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told with be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
that these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic’s ear
the secret is no secret at all.
Rumi

If I should think of love
I’d think of you, your arms uplifted,
Tying your hair in plaits above,
The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders,
The soft curve of your winding head.
No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus
So have bewitched. I think of this,
And all my universe becomes perfection.
But were you in my arms, dear love,
The happiness would take my breath away,
No thought could match that ecstasy,
No song encompass it, no other worlds.
If I should think of love,
I’d think of you.
William Shakespeare

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley

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