Burning Papers-love poems

Curved roads

Mystifying roads, the sky switches off its colours,

Rain and thunder, watching the storm as it utters,

Ruthless cracks surrounded by the everlasting gutters,

Hands on my head, as the curtain of life shutters,

Cant carry myself, to another curve no more,

A bleeding heart, a sorrow to be kept in store,

Everlasting echoes, from spiritual glances,

Pictures of the past, in my mind lapses,

Every silence, accompanying me, used to be a sound,

Living an imaginary fantasy, dancing with your shadows,

I used to fly, never thought I would strike the ground,

Sounds of agony, and sorrow, played with soundless pianos,

Blue birds on every curve play your symphony,

Unmistakable melodies, performed skilfully,

Every tune evokes, an unforgettable memory,

Sweet resonances, performed tenderly,

Your fragrances, reserved with every breath I take,  

Your perfection, kept with every colour I paint,

Your utterance, perceived with each step I take,

Your rainbows, coloured my existence, and my fate,

A symphony glowing, at the end of my curved road,

A  glow the blind can see, and the deaf can hear,

Marching through thunders, honesty is my only sword,

Stronger than mountains, a man with no fear,

I’m the angel, the guardian, you never saw,

Concealed my tenderness, nothing you know,

Severely veiled, as my soul witness you go,

I’m the angel, the guardian, you never saw,