98 Oblivion Dont leave me, please dont go. Im bound by shackles, I cant set you free. Once caged, now free, im baffled where to go. Please stay, I cant complete the solitary walk. I beg I plead, please let me live. I cant live with my heart in million pieces. On my way to oblivion, this is what I ask you. Stab my heart, steal my soul, live through me once again. For I dont have the courage to set you free. But now you are for im no more............ 99 Life ( my attempts on a satire) Walk with me to oblivion now! Would you if I ask you to. Let me tell a happy ending. To the story that never ends. Of how death met misery and gave birth to life. And here, we are the childs balloon. And pop! It bursts and releases our soul. And strange are we, not wanting to be free. But is it that the story should end happy. Or live the curse of the tragedy, forever. But eventually death died and misery followed. Leaving life, alone to play with balloons that have air no more. And eventually the air was wandering. Wondering which balloon it shall get. And finally the 100th poem i have ever written Death Bound by the shackles of blood and love, hate and despair, We walk through hells gates. And into our cage we step henceforth, Die for the rest of eternity. But is that why we fear death. Yet welcome it with open arms. Alas! I pity our sorrowful soul. Drowned in vengeance and rage. We pray to the light that we do not see. To give us a shining ray of hope. But it is he who dies, the day he lives. The one who shall come home. With open arms he shall be welcomed. By the mother who has mourned him. If only, we could die and live at the same time. The world would be different, our world would be different, but are we not truly....... 101 The martyr I shed my leaves, pieces of my soul I surrender. To live, my heart I stab. Why, hurt yourself with thorns. When all the roses are dead. Lets walk through hells gates Greet death, an old friend. Drown the light that gives you hope. For theres only darkness everywhere. The end has come, I say farewell. The tragedy is here, to live the curse. My old friend turned to be a thief. Left me scavenging through the grief.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 10:25:20 +0000
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