Cageling Love

By: M. S. Zarei

I am caged up here in love
what is told to make me move
out of despair and dark night
and towards the very blue light

I need thy winged words
of life, thy heroic swords
to fight against the hunted soul
and to soar up to the very goal

My boat of hope is wrecked down
and I stink the corruptions of town
No one would pay me a murky look
not thy faded smile would ever hook

I would die in thy charming cage
down thy ended love and the last page
buried deep in ashes of time
and never remembered in thy prime

Tomorrow Speech of A Lovelorn

Out, out brief passion
Love but a falling step, a sore stab
That crashes and smashes his subject upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is fate
Given to an idiot full of err and theory
Signifying nothing!

A Receip for Tear

A Recipe for Tears



Dark and dreary, came the strange feeling of within. My heart, determined to step out of the chest, was knocking impatiently and my legs were about to tremble in response. In the fog of memories, I reviewed the marching problems I had faced. Gradually, I came to believe that a growing anarchy was being inhabited within my soul while my mind, hunted by a charming passion, failed to get its bearing. There were almost dark and silence ruling in the poor surrounding. The footstep of heart, however, was trying to surpass the howling wind convincing the trees to cry their last leaves into the nearby pond. I sat down in doubt. The claws of fear were then gripped to my clammy hands, and they came to boast through my sobs! Having dealt with such a situation, I first resisted leaving any trace of tears on the puzzled eyelash. It may crash my personality as an egg!
I was big enough not to slender, but the impact held me so tightly that my bones were to crack. So I took a refugee by the crying tree as the first tear fell in shame. It freed me of the unknown fear though I felt to be a child rather than a man. Ignoring the differences, I did cry until my eyes afford!

An Onymous