A Chronicler's Life

Irony

The Nothingness in deep slumber Wind softly whistling a tune Trees dancing with the fairies of the woods Crickets gaily serenading Moon gleaming like silver platter Stars blanketing the welcoming sky Leaves rustling, gently tracing every footstep Knife plunged deep in my chest Heart broken into thousand shards Pain nigh unbearable Tears racing down my [...]

Love Sonnet XVII

  Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz, Or the arrow of carnation the fire shoots off I love as certain dark things are to be loved, In secret, between the shadow and the soul I love as the plant that never blooms But carries in itself [...]

BEDOUIN SONG

 BEDOUIN SONG by: Bayard Taylor (1825-1878) FROM the Desert I come to thee On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand, And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not [...]