Death is not the end of life any more than mortality is of the soul.
My love, our joy has been marred by the unevenness of the scarred
surface on which we tread, this world of inhuman decadence.
And why not, was it not a vow to test our love on the finite level?
And throughout the test are you reeling from the scourge again, a
sensitive and fragile soul I have known you to be from the start.
Nor does it help your weeping for humanity falling on deaf ears.
Worry not, love of my heart, for soon I will severe the anchor that
has kept us stuck here, so we can move freely on, for our life and
love cannot be held within bounds.
And eternity will soon await us after this dreadful living another
life anew, which we had done countless of time, in order to reflect
from our curiosity: “How about we take flesh again and live below?”
“Darling, how much more time would you ever need to debunk the
grand deception foisted upon humanity if they have ears to hear,
but did not want to listen?”
At least our love stood true and passed the test of several lifetimes!
Lust is a forbidden emotion. Sometimes, it is necessary to experience it without hesitation.
This is a poem about blood donation. We should donate blood in our life as a part of our duty towards society.
Frustration is the cause of mental sickness. It may generate jealously and angers in the mind..
Interesting wording and at interesting times. Many persons are choosing to check out of life to avoid the hardships that are prevailing. Also they are taking their lived ones with them.reply 0