Go hand in hand,
A love that never was
A dream that never came
A lifetime of loneliness,
A terrible vital strain
Like living in vain.
Lovelessness,
So bad!
So very sad,
The Nenufar
Or white water Lily
As it is better known,
Also floats alone,
Impalpable and intangible,
Without, a love of its own,
And Intimates,
The power of sadness
For it too, feels
Endless loneliness.
As it flows,
In search of a love,
It has never known.
Can explain human behaviorThe reasons why,We act so slyAnd behave the way we do,I’ll consider themNot strangersBut instead, our human saviors,That deciphered our behaviorAnd can make us start anew.
I hear language usedIn the public place,In the cinema, TV,Offensive to others and to me,Used at a vertiginous pace,More and more,Gutter language,More arsenic than lace.
Where does light come from?Where is the Truth?It’s difficult,To always be living,In a desertic fog,Of misinformation,No matter, who you areOr what you doOr into what systemYou navigate, to connect,You’re still aloneMisinformed,Darkness seems toFit and serve,History best,While presently,We can send probesTo marsBut can’t figure outPolitical crimesNor who is behindAll the rest,From the bottom,To the very top…
When you have loved, the person gone,It’s an unfinished song that’s sung,And only half of you is there,Alone, no one to love or care.
Of dreams once dreamt to no avail,Of Loves that were appealing.Poems are made of inner veils,That cannot hide deep feelings,They synthesize, all that is wise,Console us, help heart’s healing.
So much a part of life and yet,It’s what kills life, the best,Bitter reminder of our living debt,To Time,That neither young nor old,Can easily forget.
