R. Ariffin

So you may see that a soul can never transcend
Without the other to occupy its absence
That absence is the common singular of loneliness
And loneliness is madness to my conscience
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The window pane was translucent
From the rain the night before
I felt the chilling of recognition
As she welcomed me at the door
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She was to me, a troubled star
Burning in breathless beauty without a reason
A single twinkle on this blackened soul
A rigid lighthouse, an erratic beacon
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These days are heavy with irresolution
That crumbles down like hateful hail
Butchered hopes and beaten dreams
Are freshly hanged by the nail
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The sun is cold and pale and sick
The sky is silent with dark emotion
Time has become an entity of almost non exist
Torturing this feeling of forlorn and unfulfilled devotion
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My heart is a satellite constantly orbiting your presence;
Remotely sensing my thoughts and signaling my infatuations;
Towards your ever embracing grace within each magnetic polar;
Locating and mapping every inches of hope and my expectations.
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I hate her entirely as the universe would permit
As much as the water in the sea
I see and hear her out of blackest spite
As black as any hatred can be
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A cold bed, lonely nights
Rain and of other depressing weather
Takeaway food and meaningless channels
A painful silent moment all together
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Your eyes were glittering and profound
With love and grandeur in your every heartbeat
As we watched autumn spreads it’s placate breeze
Dancing between Gertrude and Nicholson Street
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Wishing desperately upon the stars
Thinking of the best possible way to tell
Waiting at the roadside while counting cars
Looking up and waving farewell
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Still is the pacing of the heart
No love could ever flow
The veins are blue with vengeance
The mind is ticking ready to blow
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Sweetness is she the bearer of the heart;
That lay upon the silhouette of the first sunrise;
The lover, full of love and its entire splendor;
As splendor as would love itself magnified twice.
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The clouds are thick and eloquently swollen;
With grey emotions of loss and irrationality;
The heart drenches with tainted expectation;
Shivering under cold embrace of melancholy.
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The scar in me comes
From your purple refusal
Wish it away I dare
Burn it all into a funeral
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For loving the every aspect of your soul
For missing your every sunset kisses
For being concern of your every conversation
For keeping hope that is shattered in pieces
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The morning color was filled with grey
As I watched you closed your heart and shut the door
And kept away all chances and possibilities
I watched as love fall through the floor
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How can I deny the beauty of winding stars
That evolves and revolves within your eyes
It triangulates my cosmic conscience so unreal
And deliver all my sorrow to its demise
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I can see you smiling
At the atrium of the sun
Basking in every warmth
That wraps you undone
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Don’t shade your eyes from the sun
For today clouded hearts are reigning
Stop complementing rainbows and kisses
Such momentary doesn’t have meaning
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Love is like the burning meteor
Swirling across the expending universe
With all its wondrous aspect of affection
Loyal to its infinite orbital journey
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