I have evolved from writing poems of sorrow and woe to writing poems of love and happiness. Why, I wonder. Well the object of my affection, so to speak, has no clue how I feel. For all I know is that somewhere in the recent past my old messed up self went ahead and true to it's character messed up a lot of things. I am a completely different person now, in control of my emotions and actions. Regardless, if I ever figure out how to sort things out, I don't know if my brand new, ameliorated second impression will ever capture his attention. Till then this is the second one is the lengthy installment of poetry ideas that have lined up in my conscious mind.
A Devious Wait
Hopes, so sweet so mellow
Heart, slow down now.
Tears, you no longer belong to the pillow;
Smile, step out and take a graceful bow.
My love swiftly touched my hand
And off he went with a mischievous lull.
I waited, how I waited with the each falling grain of sand!
Till the names engraved on stone grew dull.
I danced in harmony to my own tunes,
My wings took me places far and wide
Till I was captivated in these mystical runes,
Of unaccustomed complexities, I lost my stride.
Time unravels your disguised faults;
Yet, these, my eyes refuse to see.
Why have you been raised to such great exalts?
With every question, my rationale refuses to agree.
My love, will you ever perceive?
That whilst you look elsewhere for praise,
I stand here with invalidated beliefs,
And yearn to be the entity of your lingering gaze.
Talk now, for this silence needs to be shaded
With tender promises of companionship.
I would give up my right to breathe, if persuaded
That my name will forever stay in your mind's grip.
