SONNET 1

(A Shakespearian sonnet)

[08th September 2013]

Dusk came, and with a chill,
Hearken to cries of solitude.
An abyss, with nothing to fill;
He alone, of all the multitude.
Then came she, out of the blue!
Golden tears emanating from bright eyes,
Trembling, stitching tales be true;
Struck with awe, a fool ate her lies.
Summer reigned but for a moment's blur,
Furthermore, procrastinated was the choice made;
Frailty; of all abominable sins ergo doth not spared her,
Anthesis of fidelity inevitably strayed.
Now is the winter of discontent
Reflecting antecedent delusions to eternal lament.

Slowly I die

[10th June 2001]

 

1.
What must I reach to make myself heard?
To publicize my worldly wealth;
Or end myself in a zombie's ward,
Which ultimately could decimate my health.

2.

Who could decipher my folly,
Or determine my solicit motions?
None could consider it unholy;
It is but a part of my notions.

3.

A miracle steered my life,
My soul turneth from hell;
I drank the water of life,
Forever on, it is well.

4.

The world is full of sorrow,
Drowning me as I fade;
Making my view as narrow,
As was meant to be my fate.

5.

I am now weary,
Then slowly I die.
My joyous soul is ready,
To the land of the Holy I fly.

Desolation

[29th June 2013]

 
1.     

Lost myself in this silent veritable solitude of bedlam.
Has my conscience gone overboard my pretentious limits?
Who, in all of nature's children, must shoulder this?
My very essence doth craved of anachronistic composure.

 

2.     

Must I bow to the unending lunacy of hypocrisy?
Nay, this persistent adversity, I mustn't waver to;
Yield I should, to the eternal light of the dawn.
Never flickering, never fading till eternity.