In Pains
Like a mighty wind, it came
Infant memories of joy defamed
The punctured hearts on the slings
of torment catapulted to the strings
to sign the hymns of bitterness
Those heavy hearts in battered souls
Becoming numb to the pangs of death
Stealing the love of nature to their hub
Staring the ocean of forgetfulness never to return
In pains
The lament of the body pitched the voice
The labour of passion dried in futility
Sowing the seed of tears on those lofty cheeks
Filling the sky with the cloud of emptiness
In pains,
the cracked bodies diffused anger
The teary eyes rained forever
A dirge for the fallen city of gold
leaving it defiled for all to see.
Do Men Cry?
Unfolding events in raging emotions
The tears that grow in tares and thorns
The milky moon turns vagabond placing
the sweats in the cold hands of broken promises
Felt love with the arms embellished with hatred
Head bruised with the weapons of words and
eyes winked as the heart is being burgled
The heart dissolves in the waters of pain
pinning the breath of blood
Lifeless and energetic, fooling around
in the irony of unintended passion
Time passes, seconds tick
Changing life, static motion
Passion breaking backbone stunning the
smiling marrow in the massacre of the heart
Confusion and ecstasy
Lost and joyful
following the sacred being
Do men really cry?
Hmmm. Beautiful piece…