The Key

I've been the key to many a door

Poor me, you keep wanting more!

In your loving arms, if I were to fall asleep,

I'll tell you all the secrets hidden deep.

Deeper than the sea can ever be.

If your just and loving eyes, you'll open to see.

Oh pretty baby! Will you just let it go?

And not come after me with your bow and arrow!

A single basket, did I put all my eggs in

Should I have not? Was it a sin?

I knew not of any other way,

Nor do I now, Please believe what I say!

If I were a sea, would you dive in?

All lies aside, we're so much akin!

A safeguard to my secrets, will you be?

To my locked doors, will you be the key?

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Unable to stay, Unwilling to leave...

Unable to stay,

Unwilling to leave.

Reluctant to say,

But you have to believe.

Ask your heart!

Oh! Your weary heart!

If we must part

And live an ocean apart,

A step let's walk

Towards each other for now.

Be silent, let's not talk,

Don't ask me when or how.

Trust me once more,

It will all be better soon.

Gaze with me, as before,

Shining stars and the tranquil moon.

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If only (The beauty in one and all)

If only we mean every word we say

If only we keep every promise we make

If only the summer never goes after May

If only relationships were not just give and take

A poet shall rhyme, a singer shall sing and an author shall write

Poems, songs and stories of pain and pleasure, which life owes us all

If only I were an artist, then I shall color it all bright

And there shall be no sorrow and not a tear shall fall

From the eyes of the loved and unloved; for unfair's not my sight

An artist admires beauty, the beauty in one and all

 

 

 

 

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Thou Ain’t Loved!

[From a time when I was a kid and a theist]

Thou ain’t loved my darling
Thou ain’t the one, whom every eyes seek
Thou canst make a heart desperate
In thy love; nor a mind weak
Thy gait can seduce no mind
The words thou speak, no lust can bring
With your own discipline, thy heart thou bind
Thy tranquil heart, for peace is no longer willing

Thou ain’t loved my darling,
As long as this blind world,
To see uses its eyes cunning.

Thou ain’t loved; for indeed,
This world needs not love but lust and greed
Where thou belong not to its breed.

Thou ain’t loved; but thou won’t grieve,
For on His shoulders, whom the world disbelieves,
Thou rest in peace, even on doom’s eve!

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