The sun hiding from
the blaze of your naked beauty.
The heat dimmed
in respect to your passion
My-‘self’ long lost
somewhere in the shelter of your breasts
I am finally coming home.
The buried yet remembered sins
call for the final reckoning.
And shards of broken dreams light up my way,
as I walk back to a crossroad left behind
I love to see you as my final destination,
somewhere in the lap of forgotten times,
Waiting…forgiving…encompassing me in an all powerful fire.
A full circle has been run,
and I return home.
To the place where you won my blood,
the battle…lost before the first rumble of war
yet, fought to win the right of your nakedness
and…then, deserted in pursuit of an unknown fear.
A choice wrongly made…and I turn back
to the crossroad that stole my home.
Wait…please, do wait…am coming home.
2 comments:
The idea of the verses is touching.....your mind plays games of memories with you that are intermingled with words and you mix them together and paint the concoction really well.....keep writing
u ve got talent buddy......dats super creativity.........its a God-gifted talent............putting emotions to verses so beautifully needs super creativity..........luvlyyyyyyyyy
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