Cornucopia of untempered feelings


I wonder day and night,
Unbridled flows of feelings blur my sight.
I muse with every passing hour,
How the absence of my fictional lover devour my doughty power.
With no purpose, I keep staring at the ceiling, 
My mullish heart is crowded with fleeting feelings. 
What is the reason?
That compels me to burden myself with this treason.
Stubborn thoughts, unshakable aching,
Some literal inks witness me panicking. 
They say ," Find someone in reality ".
But, little do they know about the real's frailty.
The dauntless, unfailingly grey lovers of my books,
Weathering my vulnerable soul,
With care, empathy, and affection. 
Then, who cares about the ink's affectation?
When my soul gives in to their extravagant felicitation.

  • Authors: Nilova
  • Visible: All lines
  • Finished: September 14th, 2023 07:00
  • Limit: 6 stanzas
  • Invited: Friends (users on his/her list of friends can participate)
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 5

To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.