Borrowed Moments

I can still remember when she's mine

When she's his; yes, ours

Her wicked smile that's so divine

Deplete my priceless hours

She pulls me down on bed at night

and covers my peripheral sight

I wasn't blind that time at all

I know how my friends used to call

This silly man has been a slave

and hadn't been that brave

to cut the rope that traps the trap

and made him a vulnerable scrap

End comes like twilight beckon

seems a dusk with flight of doves

These borrowed moments left me forlorn

but at least I knew I loved

I did love...

This Poem Kills Me

Meadow flooded with gray
leaving sheep astray
Blue sea turns blue
'tis the loneliest place i ever knew

Blood shed above east
This cold wind is but the least
a mending ground from shake can feel
after on its chest, sharp thorns dwell

This poem tries to draw a lovely curve
on world's face I almost cursed
it writes lines of pretense-blurred
 with wicked borrowed force

'tis failure, the service I don't get
but frowning is never to make a face of regret
'coz everything that's left is just vanity
I don't care anymore, this poem kills me

Moving On

Pain is my fuel

but I am still

Time pushes hard

Pulled back by love we had

Today I'll keep the same promise

that tomorrow will be demise

of this insanity

that keeps me living secretly

It'll be gone

It'll be gone

How, what, when then frown

It's still you

Oh! Why still you?

This silly truth drags me down.

Full Moon

I can see your beauty painted on the sky

your sheen that hovers over my soul

your coldness that embraces me with all warmth

your silence that causes this deafening beat

You're far

but these eyes will forever be yours

You'll fall

Maybe when my dreaming beckon

Oh! Breathtaking full moon...

SYMPHONY

Notes of love and regrets
Rhyming and discord
slow beat of my heart
calls for your attention
out of tune this old piano sing
with my fingers aching
once you held these hands
once this song is ours
Where is the promise we made?
the music we shared
was your heart has been deafen?
can you still hear mine calling?
soft tone, like a lullaby
I wanna sleep, or may be die…

SHE

She smiles so wonderful 
just like a baby in a crib 
or an angel in the sky 
like a paradise on land 
 
Her voice is soft 
like my mothers lullaby 
like a silk on my skin 
or a peaceful summer breeze 
 
She is just perfect 
her hair, her body, her face 
her talking, walking and laughing 
everything! 
 
how i wish she was mine 
…until now, 
cause she had just been once 
my princess, 

( i miss you)

SOMETIMES

Sometimes it’s not the answers

that makes the question wrong

It’s the interpretation

moreover the comprehension

when world are blinded by fact

Fact that is determined by eyes

Justice often lack

for sight are blotched with lies

Things in this world are variables

they can be right or they can’t be

and people are but prejudices

and community’s malady

Why do people need to walk on bended knees,

with their palm together?

when they know that that humanities

is more than what our savior bears

 

Vhafnire says:

This world is a place of uncertainty

LOVE: THE OTHER WAY AROUND

 

Love
takes us
to the place
closed to dread and
Hate

 

Author Notes

love is always positive but come to think, if we don’t love, we’ll not get hurt, we’ll not get angry and there’ll be no place for hate and fear in our heart.

© Vhanfire. All rights reserved,

TURNING AROUND

Goodbye
think we’re done
yet I’m afraid
to see the next dawn
alone
so like a a new moon
expect me home
when dusk fired on west
I will come to you
so hear my chest’s
Hello

HUMAN

rise
from dust
create form
’till you’ll back to
ash

WHY?

I wonder why do they have to close their eyes

whenever their lips touch
I wonder why there is a spark
in love’s every touch
I wonder why of all the words
“I love you” has been very special
I wonder why it feels so magical
when you are just beside me
I wonder why my mind don’t have any answer
and why these questions are so queer
I wonder…