Even as this moment is last
and life is fleeting from me fast,
to blow away all the frustration
the solace lies in her imagination.
Only one wish before life flees
is to look into her eyes with ease,
to feel the love at this moment
and to pass happily without lament.
Pain is widespread and causes tears,
too much for the heart that bears.
A remedy that works to relieve pain,
is some love that one has to maintain.
Fate writes the destiny in iron words,
it can choose you alone from the herds.
Efforts are fruitless and no point in crying,
for our solace we may still keep trying.
Possessiveness is a cause of sorrow
when the love is selfish and narrow.
One thing that may need a mention,
only true love can cause expansion.
There is no point in going overboard
to change someone's thoughts of discord.
Feelings between two should be mutual,
Love is a gift, boundless and perpetual.
- Author: Max (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 26th, 2022 00:59
- Comment from author about the poem: The mind knows four languages Pra (beyond), Pashyanti (Pictographic), Madhyama (Thought) and Vaikhari (speech). All events are stored in pictographic memory. Happiness and pain all are dependent largely on assests in our pictographic bank. To endure the pain remembering happy things would reduce the suffering greatly.
- Category: Love
- Views: 19
Comments1
intriguing, some of your wording
forces us to think
and thus, engage..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thank you dear Poet for your continuous encouragement. I really appreciate and express my gratitude.
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