Love and Hate - Part 2

Love and Hate - Part 2

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Tease me not!

Please,
we know it is not true
No, it is not from our heart
it is a wall paint of color blue
we confess, while apart

but, while together
I wonder why!
we shy,
we lie
we spy

we tease,
as if to appease
"your real self"
"my real self"

So, we can please,
each other
let's stop
another
drama

let's not tease!

Love and Freedom

See! When we love, we then give
With out expecting to receive
As deep as “our love” “we” perceive
I perceive,
You perceive,
As true as we say …
and believe

But we give!

See, I am such a sucker for love
That I can only have
Hundred(100) percent,
No MORE! NO LESS! Out of decent

As legend has it, for Romeo, it is hard to fall in love
But, when he gets what he have
When he bets with what he love
He loves so hard,
To the point, you lose your guard
To the point he has Juliet
To the point!

The depth and strength of the ‘amore’
The admiration,
The aspiration of
My adore

Flows your way from mine
Only if you enjoy it and dine
Only if you have it and shine

Alas! When you miss it, to see
I will let you free
I then vanish I’ll flee
Flee away, to my compound
Flee from the feel and sound
That seems to surround
You and your essence
You and your presence

While loving you!
I don’t push me beyond my boundary
I won’t force me and loose mystery
The mystery of what makes me different
The mystery that attracts me to your intellect
I won’t push more, as if to begging
I won’t push more, in pleading

See, in love, there is no begging, nagging, slogging
See, in love there is no uprising
It is a willingness of minds and hearts
It is a willingness to share grounds and parts
It is a willingness to mean more
To you
To me
A willingness to our core!

Above the echo and the sound
Of stereotypical ground
Of metaphysical abound
Far from the empty proud
I lay my manhood
For love
I hid my essence
For love
I withstood the callous

See!

As for me it wasn’t infatuation
That came out of situation
Who demanded resolution?
But, I was touched by your heart of heart!
It was like the ‘WOW’ moment
Drew me in, your intellect
But,
When I beset….
The very thing that attract me to you
The very intellect my attention drew
Closer and closer
Like no other!
Sober
Minds out there

Then I became deluded
Or was I far clouded?
With the fog of passion that I allowed
Admonishing
Or was my choice?
To bypass the noise

And then I again, like the biblical paradigm
Like the notion of my prime
I will give all for ONE Love
I will do that to have
It all

With out selling my soul
With our paying my toll
With out the mere droll

Alas! When you miss it, to see
I will let you free
I then vanish I’ll flee
Flee away, to my compound
Flee from the feel and sound
That seems to surround
You and your essence
You and your presence

But, if I matter
Hold me now …
Hold me dear
Show me your love…
Tell me clear
Have me close…
Let me adore
Have me all in…
To your galore
If I matter..
If I mean more..
Then let me know..
Let it CLEAR
Then let me know
If I am sound
To your level,
to your mind

Else, I understand
There is only one land
There is only one hand
for your love to grow and nurture
for my love to grow and nurture
with out loosing our stature

and if that is not me….
Count it now, I will fleeeeeeee!
Count it now, you are freeeeeeee!

pictures from: http://www.artistval.com/DARFUR.html
Black teardrop

A mix of blood and dust
Weaved, blended with a mortar
Of agony and abandonment
blend
leaving a hollow mark
for the coming generation
a naked existence
for test of the whole nation
or is it a testimony?

the real notion
the mark it is leaving behind
while pouring
and dripping
creating crevasse and eroding
the face of
my beautiful people

they cry for generation
they cry for salvation
we cried for stature
modification
I’m intertwined with their mixture
Their cry, my cry, our cry
For no body to make do nothing
For some relief

To create do something

But it is an expression
Of the depression
Our soul has endured
For generation
The cry the teardrop
It is not water,
Nor just blood
It is a mixture of our texture
The poison of the nature
Of things, and rulers of the un-fairish
It left a black mark
Changing the origin of the beautiful face to a dark
Mask,

To the horror of the world,
To the scare of the world
So biased