When there is love, there in nothing like lover nor beloved.
When we are in love, there is nothing like you nor me.
If there was love, neither be it killed nor die,
But lived, sometimes with pain.
If it hurts, the healing wounds and broken wings.
If the rivers bleed and wings too weak to fly.
If you miss and killed the one in you,
Can you see the one in him ?
When there is nothing to be, there is no love, no lover, no beloved, no you nor me. But Pain.
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The wind and the muddy path
Anil Emage - A Photo Poem
I have written this with the sole purpose that a fragment of our thought waves should be reserved for something that may not directly concern us, but something the generations to come surely will have to pay for.I present this skewed thought to nature, mother of all creation.
And the wind, he wept, moaned and wailed
Suffocated with the test of time
Hollow footsteps echoed afar
Sighs too died, oh coward!!
Chances dashed to smithereens
Life crumbled to grey dust
And the wind, bastard he is
Vomited breath of death, gasping
Sandwiched `tween dusk and dawn, all grey
The muddy path crawled, bleeding
Searching footsteps printed deep
Who said mankind last forever
And I thought heroes walk forever
Setting steel canopies up with magic wands
No more wet clouds to hang on
The wind, he fell and died on the muddy path
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