POETRY FOR U Gh

Serene ambience of the forest hit me, When the signs of your presence flew over my heart and made a way into the head-lump of my Inner skull ; executing a perch . Invoking a symbolic overture of a mother's nest, dully missed. You really are the worm festering into my soul. A conflagration that's burning my being, bit by bit, with your embers. Where could your haven be? Where could my search start? In whose nest could your nestle be? Labour, academia or censor? Hear the bells chiming... Hear the birds chirping... Hear the fishes flipping... Hear the cocks crowing... See the dance of the trees, Feel the morning breeze, Feel the glitter of the day's star, See the rainbow in the sky, T's the signs of love in the air. By Jokarth Agubiya

Love floats like a boat at sea Within soul mates with ease, And breaks in seconds like eggs ; Dropped  on the floor, within disparates. It's strong with the pulse when lively And shreds like a tree, struck with lightning It tells the stories in the beginning, and Grows fat with the facts in history. It broils with the hurt when lost, and Bleeds with a sour as cost. It's the pinnacle of hope for the living soul, A founder of solace for the lonely soul And the sting of joy to the Journeying. Thus, love one - love all ; love more Love to cure humanity's bane.

Pretty and swift with backboobs Is kathy. All warming in the sunshine Crisp in cloths, cat walking with a glut And bearing a glow, All for this foe. Were I he : She'll wonder in wonderland ; Mesmerise in merryland, Be fancied in fairyland And flourished in bloom For a perfect groom as me. Were I he : Her gentle voice would've rain Symphony - for me soul, Her nimble walk - would've celebrated our stride, Her gentle heart - would've cares my pertubance. In my world would green be In my world would glamour be Were I he, My world would be complete.

Love is a fountain of glee Bought with nothing but the heart Bearing fruits by heart and Eating loosely like tart Once bought, it bears Down on the soul And live on it's  prey Like the parasites and the host It bears down on the bearer And festers on like a sore Till it earns the weakness Ensued by it's host   To lighten your prey One must be of guard To subdue it's ordeal Once this is done Love can be sweet Enjoyed like nectar Once it's bought For love is like honey Bought with the heart It ought to be sweet Rather than a bile Forever in it's life.

O my loving life Whence cometh myself From this daunting height? Reeking of this sight In memory delight. How sad my plight ? beholding  this terror Of loving one, and Married to the other. Saddened by the husbandman Be merry by the stranger-man. How cruel my contentions? How bad my affection? Played at, by my intentions With the husband man. What a genuine gift of uneasiness And peril to the self. When all that is in my want, All that is in my quest Is an unconditional joy And an overwhelmed laughter  Between son, the husbandman and self. Not the incessant weary cause to the self now,  Nor this turmoil within my self Can ease me of my drift. O My loving life Whence cometh my self From this daunting height Hmm. For whatever we sought (like apathy or libido) Outside the marriage home It's anxiety we end up to own.

I used to walk with my head up, Priding my self with the Stars up. Now I walk with my head down, Wallowing away like a withering tree. I used to sing my heart out, Loud, high and mighty; Now I sing in mumbles, Like one who grumbles, For my heart is mumbled. Your love was the pillar behind me, The armor of my shield, and the Taproot that held me firm. Your love - my world  - Has been my home. Leaving me, it's crumbled ; Leaving it cities in shambles. Now I know, your love is my making and unmaking. Your love is a sheep in wolf's clothing. Unmasked, your love is wicked.

Love, it's love, it's love Love fain have I been. O love! Love, If love before my eyes is upon me With this sight I ever seek, and with A fair face... It would be fair. Love fame would I be, If I swim through the ocean of love With my naked eyes again. For with a flower in my hands, And leaves with admiration ; Then luck shall sing me home To my very own.

I'm heartily thankful for the day I met a dear one as you Though distressed and grieved, memory still lingered on you. For the time spent on me, I know is meant for a few. I've waited patiently for the time of the dew; To ask the heavens if time is due for love to imbue with you. Cause for our paths to have crossed, destiny might have a cause And my granny might have wished, as I have a wish; To love you so deep and dear, for a better cause deeper than destiny.