Valentine in vain.

I’m chasing after fallen leaves,

In a dream so vivid,

That I shouldn’t read my destination,

Through birth and truth,

 

Except for sins, all love is denied,

Except for me, all lies I’ve tried,

Walking away to my wit’s end,

On a straight line for you’re there at every bend,

 

May be your sky paints passion blind,

In hues I’ll never find,

Mine hangs like a portrait of the past,

Seasons, faces in torn pictures turned aghast,

 

And every February sways my mind,

In ways most unkind,

Charms that still hypnotise,

Ignorance and pretension is the only prize,

 

All the crimson drained out of the roses

Seeks your nails... not my veins,

Now I don’t remember anything,

Except your touch... the smoothness of it all,

 

If I am to be believed,

Definitions go weird,

Like the summer breeze,

Nothing’s changed, only feared,

 

Freedom is not good enough,

For you are way better,

Like a jump from the cliff to the river,

Just at the surface... I wish you’d know me too...

Author's Note

well the title is something a friend of mine calls himself... and i borrowed it from him...
its not a love poem , not even a poem about love... something lesser...
imperfect ...

Reviews

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. beautiful poetry, abhas ... i'm just so honoured to be the one to publish you first ... you're fast evolving into a poet and philosopher with the power to empower thousands if not millions ... write on, boka chhele ... :P ... as for the rest ... you will be known ... you will be loved ... you will be adored ... you just let the words flow ... the rest will follow ...

[Khaaki]

Very very beautifully done... You have a way with words. a splendid way. Serah said it all... you are awesome

[Ed Hart]

nice use of the language, very expressive

[Alicante lullaby]

its perfect..
your sky paints passion blind
and
like a jump from the cliff to the river.
i'm sure needing to visit your page more...how to rhyme like this,tell me.