The Dead-end (Up) Here

These poems are glimpses into unrequited love. What is this love? To define love is to constrain an ocean to fence infinity or to describe you - simply impossible! Anguish is frequent and bliss rare in my life but many have resulted in poetry. The question is has been and shall be; where to pilgrim? Perhaps into the lovers' embrace? Or to mount Kailas looking for the invisible not-to-be-found Shiva? The dead end-up searching for the non-sublime celestial love only to have the finger pointed backwards to who am I? Written in millions of words and billions of prayers I too have heard these answers. But like high school math just the end result is not enough. Let me show you my steps inside. ...Sunil Vidyarthi I have to say I am glad this is not written for me it would make me cry...way to tell the whole truth...--ScarletO ...and I found myself getting lost between the lines and imagining this little fantasy tale. It seemed to hold many truths within it and I think this is a piece many will enjoy and relate to. --Euthalia-Wings ... rather gorgeous strong and well penned; quite flawless. The questions thought out and the answers unknown remain in the air and wrap around the reader softly...--Manda ...So very final so very open ended so no chance for a communication.... --Knightcall ...Very powerful very emotional but very eloquent all the same. Great job on this you are truly talented.... --Darkshadow Great write.....and here´s wishing you all the best..--Sidebar