Happiness is what makes life colorful and religion is what makes life meaningful
Happiness is what makes life colorful and religion is what makes life meaningful
Oh moon!
You are there again for me to gaze upon you
My life had been hollow without yearning of you
I wish I could seek this madness without stepping into sadness
I wish I could burn my soul without turning it into ashes
This unleashed madness knows no right or wrong
This woeful rapture had no harness in all this life long
This bittersweet dream longs for no awakening
Have been drifting in this doom, no avail is regret or ruing
Oh life!
In your emptiness, in your ephemeral faces, in your bittersweat taste,
I laugh, laughter of the sufferer
the rapture of the agoniser
Never have trodden ways of destiny, without facing uncertainty
Never have shown my endless dreaming, without falling into stammering
Now tell me, is this the way you were meant to be?
To drag me to the grounds that I couldn't imagine to be
Now I am unbeliever to your ways and signs
Now I found another redemption to cross your lines
Woe to whom to accompany you in this suffering
Woe to whom to not laugh harder in his self slaying
Oblivion
so marooned i am in this endless shore of eternity
beneath this lofty sky, bewildered by everything at my sight
drifted on the waves of destinty, so back and forth I am moving
destiny, twisted face turned to me, the burdon of molding it fell on me
the waves come and go, the rocks remain steadfast, baffled foams in between
to reason all these tokens granted to me, reflecting have I been
in vain though I have mused so far, found some consoling feelings inside
prisoner of my whims I have got, buliding a beacon to veil the lights of stars
since then ghost ships harbour in the haven of my spirit, enticed to embark
vagued destiny yet certain it looms up, oblivion is that destiny
The Wanderer
On the trails of hope
In longing for the sea
I have to cross this ridge
That's the onset of this wandering
The enticement of impossible dreams
Never liked hiking in the plains
Forever rising, that's my plea
Yet enfolded in cold spirits
Weary of my humanity
Lagging, nagging this destiny
l"I cannot surpass this hideous monster
The failure, the fell shadow I sire
This aloft pinnacle never bows to my hunger"l
Thus the sore in my heart murmured
But the greatness of the sky,l
The nocturnal sight before my eyes
The consoler of this carrying heart
That’s foredoomed and cannot go awry
Neither this toil I regret, nor I leave
The wanderer I am and will to be
Cherishable is this pain and blessed be
As long as this pain makes me, me
Last edited by SCYTHE; 15-05-2011 at 07:06.
The Old Mountain Defile
The cold breathe of winter
The Bones pierced by frost
The steps impeded by distrust
Surrounded, the stench of fright
The meandering road under brown night...
Left impassable against the strand of time
The grieve of despair, silver fills the eyes
Still marching forward with deprived mercy of skies
The will of night
Night, bearer of my despair
In this muteness I hear your pray
Clad in dark garment, to conceal your crave
Thus you crave for fare
To will me to descend into your deepest way
Whence I have climbed everyday
Downfall, what I acquired in this trade
Easy prey I have been to be ensnared
To light lantern at your abyss I aspire
Bound to this oath each night I go under
mirage of despair
Cumbersome is the burden of wretchedness...
the lorn remnant of this endurance
To bury this burden, I must traverse this garden
To carry was once my ambition, to cease is termination
I admit the garden road will never fade before my eyes
My eyes are shut, no longer able to look into mirth
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Last edited by Atefeh.N; 22-06-2011 at 15:52.
I still hear ur voice
I miss u but what can I do?
your phone is off...
I see our pictures and the tears fall...
childhood memories just full of you,
hate the road that took u from us
a part of me died the day I saw u sound asleep...
the pain is too real, God I can't take it...
now that I've lost u I know what u mean to me
no matter how much I cry, it won't soothe the pain
friends around,but no one can take your place
you are missed ...
sorry if it doesn't seem like a poem...
Last edited by miss_ava7; 21-07-2011 at 13:18.
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