The Half Written Beauty

Under the veil of mystery,

I can see the pain you hush.

I can see your throbbing eyes,

In this dew drops and mist.

When reality never becomes words,

When you are the slave of emotions.

You hide…….. All your angony is an enigma,

Your fate is your sin……. The ignominy of life.

You, the dorment beauty in entirety,

Still the bonds that hold you never ends.

You traveled through the limits of time,

Just for someone to know you’re alive.

The dust and oppressive heat has drank your blood ,

But,nothing can kill this allure of dawn in you.

Again you rise, enduring all the stabbing pain .

For someone to lend you a ear …..

But when will you realise, my friend,

That you are oblivion, you don’t belong to our eyes.

You bang on these bars of slavery,

You make my heavy heart sink into the ocean of tears,

You are an incomplete verse, the half written beauty…..

You – the Truth latent in me and my memories.

I lay you down here, your flaccid, tormenting chassis,

Close to my warm blood,

To rest in never ending peace…..

Our souls will forever be tied in the same knot,

The knot of the noose of time……