A downpour so sweet,
it drums against my pane...
I therewith dwell in the memory of the past,
deep in the thought of that feel....
and the downpour drums on...
A downpour so sweet,
it brings to life an earth before it....
I therewith think of those times
in the reminiscence of which
i live my life and I die.
and the downpour drums on...
A downpour so sweet,
it merges woe into nostalgia and nostagia into vigour...
I therewith try to yeild myslef to that one emotion
but the downpour merges on...
A downpour so sweet,
it forms meloncholy a cadence,
I therewith find in which a melody: soothing
yet the downpour melancholily beats
I try to eschew myself from their voices...
to escape into the free...
but their piercing voices are inevitably heard by me.
Subjected to their taunts,
silently i scream.
Obligated by their chains,
hollowly i breathe.
Stiffled by my own love,
encaged in restlessness i feel.
Lost in the abyss of my self designed vicinity
wounded I, painlessly bleed.
The relation, it says, has ceased to exist
Why then affection I seek?
Changed me they have...
It isn't I you see...
Beneath the shelter of this mask,
I tremble with fear involuntarily.
With the hope gone, the vigour lost,
They make me breathe to make me exist
and so I live... lif
There will come sweet rains.. by a-Jayy, literature
Literature
There will come sweet rains..
The first patters of rain in that full blue moon
pattered softly upon this world so distanced...
Like the first ounce of pity in his cold stoned heart
pronounced gently it's disposition so hidden!
From amidst the thunder and its consoling cadence
came upon that revival so brilliant.
Also, from amidst his indifference and the dawning despair
came upon that concern so vigourous.
Blessing enough for that decaying soil,
came upon those droplets so rare.
Likewise did that blessing stream of bestowement
confer upon his misery, the ability to bear.
Smiling upon its new discovery,
near death met a life so seer.
Hoping to hold onto it ye
I am not the angel you perceived,
I am not the words that I speak,
Am an epitome of deception,
Another one of the weak.
Am a master of false illusions,
I deceived not only thee,
Wronged also myself,
I blurred the lines of morality.
It was the temptation to flee,
When I was swayed by greed.
I called sins my freedom,
Now remorsefully I bleed.
Through claims unjustified,
I try to justify myself in vain.
Through mere phrases I call poetry,
I try to refrain from the pain.
For seeking what I knew of as flammable
Aflame now I stand,
In pain and in this agony,
In search again, of your hand!
I am not the angel you perceived,
I am not the words that I speak,
Am an epitome of deception,
Another one of the weak.
Am a master of false illusions,
I deceived not only thee,
Wronged also myself,
I blurred the lines of morality.
It was the temptation to flee,
When I was swayed by greed.
I called sins my freedom,
Now remorsefully I bleed.
Through claims unjustified,
I try to justify myself in vain.
Through mere phrases I call poetry,
I try to refrain from the pain.
For seeking what I knew of as flammable
Aflame now I stand,
In pain and in this agony,
In search again, of your hand!
There will come sweet rains.. by a-Jayy, literature
Literature
There will come sweet rains..
The first patters of rain in that full blue moon
pattered softly upon this world so distanced...
Like the first ounce of pity in his cold stoned heart
pronounced gently it's disposition so hidden!
From amidst the thunder and its consoling cadence
came upon that revival so brilliant.
Also, from amidst his indifference and the dawning despair
came upon that concern so vigourous.
Blessing enough for that decaying soil,
came upon those droplets so rare.
Likewise did that blessing stream of bestowement
confer upon his misery, the ability to bear.
Smiling upon its new discovery,
near death met a life so seer.
Hoping to hold onto it ye
I try to eschew myself from their voices...
to escape into the free...
but their piercing voices are inevitably heard by me.
Subjected to their taunts,
silently i scream.
Obligated by their chains,
hollowly i breathe.
Stiffled by my own love,
encaged in restlessness i feel.
Lost in the abyss of my self designed vicinity
wounded I, painlessly bleed.
The relation, it says, has ceased to exist
Why then affection I seek?
Changed me they have...
It isn't I you see...
Beneath the shelter of this mask,
I tremble with fear involuntarily.
With the hope gone, the vigour lost,
They make me breathe to make me exist
and so I live... lif
A downpour so sweet,
it drums against my pane...
I therewith dwell in the memory of the past,
deep in the thought of that feel....
and the downpour drums on...
A downpour so sweet,
it brings to life an earth before it....
I therewith think of those times
in the reminiscence of which
i live my life and I die.
and the downpour drums on...
A downpour so sweet,
it merges woe into nostalgia and nostagia into vigour...
I therewith try to yeild myslef to that one emotion
but the downpour merges on...
A downpour so sweet,
it forms meloncholy a cadence,
I therewith find in which a melody: soothing
yet the downpour melancholily beats