Memories Poem by Surya Pratap Singh

With stack of fat upon my belly,
I wonder how have we been together,
With stack of sparking memories,
My mind is losing itself in the storm and fever,

Night and day, in haze of may,
I stay dumped in my memories' dungeon,
I have tried not to mess my ways,
For loving you with no conditions,

Love, I say, is a lovely death,
Of me, of you, of anything cometh,
In love, I thought, I lived a lovely life,
Before I found this to be a beautiful lie,

Two odes, a sonnet,
A song and the poet,
They rhyme and sing of love and lust,
In every twilight, on every morning,
My archaic heart keeps scrolling off the dust