For Now

There is not much that can be said
Between two hearts that lie in three,
For now, on some quiet and warm bed,
The sky seems as quiet as quiet can be.

Each heart passion roams intertwined,
Every hope resurrects fresh and wild;
Tears, for the time, stay far declined,
And all of love rests supinely beguiled.

The need for more, for the time, is silent;
Orgasms are all but forgotten now;
Arms lie filled, anxiety lies spent,
The future seems like it was begotten now.

The story of the sky is just beginning.
The dawn too, for now, has been stilled.
Eyes are sated and are drowsily singing.
Everything empty, for now, has been filled.

Heart of gold

How do I get trust back?
What do I have to give?
What is it that I lack?
Are promises broken,
After they are conceived
And when they are spoken?
Have cheating hearts all hurt
So bad, that all I’m left
Are memories of dirt?
Those times that used to gleam,
Now lie torn apart as
Waking does to a dream.
How to unlearn lessons?
How do I unhear pain
Of selfish confessions?
Miners of hearts of gold
Are left with bright pyrite
Which can never be sold.
What can I get from life,
If I lose dreams and trust
And acquire love and strife?
Is this true for you, too,
That all life lives to give,
Is love from an I love you?
I am so tired you see,
But I don’t understand.
Give me a cup of tea.
I shall sit back and live,
While it lasts, I’ll forget
I can choose to forgive.

Promise

It’s the sign of our times.
A man’s word is as good
As forked lightning in the sky.
It lights up lives
And it can probably extinguish one.
And we all try
To photograph the moment
Only some succeed.
Those with excellent technology.
And a penchant
For retaining vows.

But is it the sign of our times
That lightning is a rare thing
A quick thing
That burns, illuminates
And is gone?
Captured somewhere in print.
And broken bodies.
Or is it true of promises
Of just your kind.