Tag Archives: love

My Loving Murderess

 
All my emotions are shell-shocked
But my bank of tears is well locked
I will not pour out from my crying cup
I will not rant and rave till I am fit to drop
I will carry on through the rain and shine
I still have my Reason, though you are no longer mine
NO LONGER MINE!!! … Control yourself … control yourself …
The hands of Time – and your heart – were broken by her sweet self.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Kashmir

 
‘Kashmir, O, Kashmir,’ you were the last words
On the lips of a dying man
You moved a Mughal, and the common herds
Have been touched since the world began;
 
‘Kashmir, O, Kashmir,’ you are a haven for songbirds
You are a jewel set in a valley so rare
‘Kashmir, O, Kashmir,’ your beauty is beyond words
The woman has yet to be born who can compare;
 
Kashmir, your name is always on my lips
I love your majestic mountains crowned with snow
Your silver streams, and hills rolling like a woman’s hips
And your flower-choked lagoons that smell just so;
 
Time is the longest distance between two places
Kashmir, I work abroad but my heart remains with you
My mind’s eye can see each of your angelic faces
O, Kashmir, Kashmir, when I die I want to be buried in you.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

In Memoriam

 
Give me full possession of your body and soul
And, just like that great Mughal,
To show you I’m no run-of-the-mill lover
I’ll build the Taj Mahal for you twice over …
Though it too would erode as time went by
Therefore I’ll write your name on every star in the sky.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Beyond Compare  

Let Shakespeare compare his love to a summer’s day
Your worth can only be appreciated on a winter’s night
White snow, black ice, cold winds cannot hold sway
Your warm, warm body wrapped around mine so tight;
 
When you move the world stops to stare
You give me strength – and make me weak
Flowers are fair, diamonds are rare
But you are unique.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Father and Son

 
The stamp of failure is on my face
The brand of shame is on my eyes
The sign of rejection is in every place
 
I’m a foreigner in my own country
I’m a stranger among my own people
I’m an outcast by my own family
 
My sorrow is too great for it to be spoken
All my faith and dreams are shattered
There is no hope, nothing for the forsaken
 
You broke my heart in two
The moment you said you didn’t care for me
I stopped caring for myself too
 
Your subtle rejections cut like a knife
The damage is irreparable
You have scarred me for life
 
Just because I didn’t live up to your expectation
You should have still loved me as a father
All I ever wanted was to love you as a son.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.