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Ghazal: Never love me (3)

I long to tell you;
I really love you,
But the love is few
And lost in a dew…
Never love me too.

It’s crystal clear
As the heart tear
It’s uneasy to bear
No deaf can hear
Never love me dear.

You gave me pain
No trace of gain
Demanding a grain
Come sun and rain
Never love me again.

My love travelled
From end to end
While it blend
On a broken bed
Love me not, my friend.

Vinz (2017)
(C) Vinpoetry.wordpress.com

To a lady who should… NEVER LOVE ME.

Ghazal : Never love me (2)

I climbed the hills;
On bare broken feet

Talking mutely to myself.
… You never loved me.

Hope you understand;
The pains I withstoood

Not just Literally
But also figuratively.

Love can’t just swell
It’s mutual as-well;

Now it is a noun to me
… You never loved me.

Vinz (2017)
(C) Vinpoetry.wordpress.com

To a lady who should… NEVER LOVE ME.

Ghazal: Never love me (1)

To a lady who
Should never love me

I understand you;
You understand too

I once had
A message for you.

It’s really so hard;
My eyes rained so bad

Eachtime but
You failed to listen.

You never love,
… You never loved me.

I threw the fingers;
I made lot of signs

Demonstrating
A love so true…

I longed to tell you;
I really loved you,

But then you were
So deaf to hear.

You never love
… You never loved me.

Vinz (2017)
(C) Vinpoetry.wordpress.com

To a lady who should… NEVER LOVE ME.

Jasper 

It was June’s twenty seventh day
In twenty seventeen, so to say…
Night was cold for a soul to pray
In grave silence, heads were laid.

I heard a bark, so low and slow
In my slumber, it was a big blow
I did wonder, as the sleep flow
Into shadows silence did grow.

Shortly after, the low sound
Another sound was heard
Still in slumber, I mumbled
For few hours, I stretched.

I walked outside, only to see
Jasper lying still wet as a sea
With thick ticks escaping to flea
From its drying bloodstream.

It was June’s twenty seventh day
In twenty seventeen, so to say…
Night was cold for a soul to pray
In grave silence, Jasper did lay.

A plea for help

Somebody please help me
I’m the mechanical engines
Rotating on nervy wheels
For any Henry and Percy
To ride me straight to hell.

Somebody please help me
I taste like the hard ciders
In gallons of skunk liquors
I am a poisonous perry
Whose portion rings a bell.

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