Prisoner of memory – the poem
Twisting through a silver lane,
Fruiting thoughts proper sane.
Gush of fresh air
Another borrowed zone of moments,
Rush of trash fare
Then becomes the life of remnants.
Cushioned veil of urge
For I am a prisoner of memory,
Crystallized tail of blare
I breathe in thy love treasury.
Memory is rich
With the warm cache of your touch,
Smiley of eyes
Nurture me as a prisoner of vouch.
The boulevards of rainy trail
Walking in thy arms wet in love so passionate,
Being alone among the people
Those embrace in stolen glances yet resonate.
My heart pulsate a wild river
Of your love full with desire enchanted,
Your eyes dulcet in care rare
Distance fails to bare two less lone heart.
Aroma of wishes brewing through nights
Of sleepless essence,
Two less lone heart enmesh in wild flights
Of eternal quiescence.
I am a prisoner of your thoughts,
A prisoner of your love.
Prisoner of memory,
Eyes wide shut and love cursory.
Rather I make future fossil in a prison,
Coloured by your passion.
Those hallowing breeze
Swept me to thy memory lane
Silvery prison of passion trail
Borrowed moments of fruits dulcet.
Somebody leaves memory behind,
Somebody lives in memory precise.
When memories are fragranced by love,
I live in prison of memory throve.