Poetry

Rainbow

It was all in vain………

I painted a rainbow for a colour blind.

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Motivational Quotes, Poetry

Prisoner of substance

Me & my beloved ,we are sweethearts. We long for each other.

His heart appears to me a prisoner of substance, standing like a slave before his wealth, robbed of the beauty of life. A victim of man made earthly laws ,a lost human heart imprissioned in man’s skeleton tied with chains of earthly desires.

As my beloved is enticed by substance, in this beautiful world created by God ,anything that awakens my love & desire is a disgrace. Everything of goodness that my heart crave is unconsiderable according to man made conceptions.

Substance is our cruel enemy, who brings us misery. She watches over us like a guard & follow us wherever we go.

I sing for my beloved the song of wisdom, he doesn’t listen for substance has concealed his ears with quaking sound of metal riches.

I call for him to sing like a bird ,soar freely here n’ there in the fields and enjoy the bounty of life. But I found him as a beast that’s burdened so heavily with gold that’s breaking his back. He’s a slave to fickle wealth and purchased friends.

When the silence rules & nature sleeps at the twilight ,I call him but the fear of tomorrow overshadow his thoughts of love. So he responds not. He’s amused with shimmering objects that blinded his eyes and heart to life’s secrets. His soul is diverted to a temporary self-gratification.

Substantial things deadens a man without suffering, love awakens him with cheerful pains.

He craves for me & calls me from among the heaps of his riches of gold & silver and of ivory & ebony. But he’ll only find me in the house of simplicity , built by God, in the city of affection. For his huge building is a narrow cell for me , n’ I can’t worship material things for that’s not what I seek on earth n’ not what fills my heart

I want to reach my beloved like a ray of sun tearing apart the dark clouds of excessiveness & greed. I want to belong to him. & I want him to belong to me.

Poetry

The host of his love

Because of his superiority complex, she was struggling.
She never mind struggling with him.
But she was struggling because of him.
She loved him with everything she had ,showering all her love at him. But he only knew one way to relate to her, that she doesn’t deserves even a consideration.
Overwhelmed by his obsession with his ownself………….. Before her, he spread his riches of gold & silver and all the material things that he possesses.
And she spread before him ,her heart, spirit & her soul. Still he considered himself the host & her the guest. πŸ’”