Answered yet Unanswered

I prayed every night,
For eight long years,
Begging to the lord,
To make you mine.

God ignored all my prayers,
And took you away from me,
Further than I thought possible,
So far away, a breath was a task.

I look at the clock,
It does say midnight,
I shall sleep soon,
To see you in my dreams.

I prayed to god to make you mine,
He ignored me yet answered me,
After being tormented in the wake,
I’d find solace in your arms within dreams.

Seasons of a Soul

A soul’s life does not differ from the life of the earth,
Spring, Summer, Monsoon and alas! Winter.

Spring the youthful season of the year,
A lad is born,
The time of his life ‘ere,
Where miracles are seen from Dusk to Dawn.

Born with remarkable innocence,
The fruit of love,
Since his existence,
People stare from above.

Summer doth arrive swift and unknowingly,
As Summer heats up the earth,
The soul’s Summer burns the youngster passionately,
A lesson is learnt of love’s worth.

Thrust into a world of a never-ending emotional maze,
An incredible feeling of love rises,
Never ceases to rise nor amaze,
The lad’s life is like an emotional crisis.

The sight of a beautiful lass intensifies his heart,
He is then revealed to a magical world,
Where body and soul are torn apart,
His life then committed to the angel in this world.

The Monsoon arrives slowly and is worked for,
The soul endures stormy days and sleepless nights,
To feed and comfort his family who he doth adore,
To endure each and every fight.

His family hold greatest value in his mortal life,
Carries on with great endurance,
He thus endures every strife,
The love of his family doth him the boost of confidence.

Monsoon departs Winter takes its place,
‘tis the time for a sense of content for tasks done,
And a sense of regret follows with pace,
For tasks left undone.

Winter crawls towards the last content thus regret,
As he experiences the gift of mortality,
He takes his final breath,
And kneels in front of the almighty.

Angel of Death

Eight days have passed,
Since I first saw you,
I had never felt so alive,
Finding happiness in your eyes.

Eight weeks have gone by,
I stand here lost in the crowd,
While you stand out as a star,
Everyone wants you, I need you.

Eight months have now elapsed,
A hundred letters gather dust yonder,
None written by your sacred hand,
None held those enchanting words.

Eight years have slowly crawled by,
You barely knew the face before you,
But I look up into your sorrowful eyes,
While my soul smiles in this coffin of mine.

Tormented Heart, Amputated Spirit

Sorrow had torn my heart to shreds,
Heartache was a daily endeavour,
Insanity was an everyday experience,
My world had spun wildly off course,
Up felt down and fair felt sickly foul,
Love was to end suffering, not cause it.

She was my Angel of Death, my Devil of Life,
Her eyes raised my spirit and executed it,
After all these years, I still wait for her,
Her hands to shatter the darkness and save me.

Sanity Lost

I saw you today at dawn,
In a beautiful meadow,
You stood there in the field,
And called out my name.

I would run to you, fast as the wind,
Thanking god for the gift of you,
I’d sweep you clean off your feet,
And hold your body close to mine.

I’d hold back the tears of joy,
As your lips would touch mine,
I’d struggle to catch my breath,
As you’d lock your fingers with mine.

I’d savor this moment,
Which took me so high,
I felt my head spin swiftly,
And my heart throb wildly.

I’d hear a voice call out,
A clear, stern voice called,
That did harshly say to me,
“Here, have your medicines.”

I’d look straight into her eyes,
And say “Thank you, nurse”
She’d then lock the door,
As I’d stare at the barred window.

Essence of an Angel

When I first met you,
You were a beautiful lady,
With the heart of a child,
And stars for your eyes.

Your life was a torment,
Evils had torn you apart,
Humans ignored your tears,
Gods ignored the humans.

The race did blaspheme,
By allowing a heart to bleed,
A pure and sacred heart,
The sacred heart, of a true lass.

Your face held beauty,
Beauty of a forgotten era,
Your love revealed purity,
Which purged my heart.

The purity expelled from your soul,
Would cleanse the earth of its sins,
Cleanse the souls of the heathen,
Cleanse in the white hot flame of love.