Mourning Week of Valentine….

Grief-stricken was last week,
A Melancholy of Nostalgias,
I woke up remembering her,
In the mirror I looked I saw her,
In the windows I peeped I saw her,
In the dreams I dreamt I saw her,
In the tears I wept I saw her,
In moons phosphorous glow I saw her,
In the brightest of the stars I saw her,
In the breezes silky touch I felt her,
In the dawns first ray I felt her,
In the sweetest of smell I sensed her,
In the farthest of melody I sensed her,
In the music I listened I heard her,
In the morning birds chirrup I heard her,
In the cutest of jeune fille I admired her,
In desperation I yearned for her,
And I slept commemorating her.

Pronounced as z̸hën fē′y'

In Search of ECSTASY

"SAY NO TO DRUGS AND YES TO LIFE"

Controlling my emotional outflow,
Walking down this hill of sorrow,
Landed in her arms stretched out,
I was mesmerized by her flout.

She consumed me from head to heel,
Gushing through my veins she forced me to kneel,
Her laugh echoed repeatedly in my brain,
In my heart she had spread a sweet pain.

Kneeling down I became her slave,
I was swimming in a euphoric wave,
Pulling me up my sorrows she ripped,
Dumped them away in my heart’s crypt.

I felt as if I was floating in Heaven,
Flying on the back of a dark black Raven,
Everything out there was fascinating,
Cannot imagine, these elations culminating.

Laughing with contempt she was at me,
But how did I find in her laugh my glee,
She was flirting with my fantasy for sure,
But I found my Ecstasy, my feeling assure.