By NIGHTMAN
Tree of love
She told me once: “I love you like a fruit attached to a tree As it’s nourished everyday— As it is safe and warm during the cold So shall I not love you until we rot away together?” Oh dear, OH my sweetheart— You have understood love but in a corrupt way So I replied Become my Rose-apple, hanging from the tree I shall become Looking down to earth while reaching the sky And as you dreamed and wished I indeed keep you warm. Cut off my roots as you wish and dry them And while they die—hear their confessions—buried in them Through branches attached to my mind. Yet the time comes, that you must fall And I shall shed tears from nearby Rotting away inside, but never wish To decay in these green arms holding you tight As that all ever love was, a brief joy Faced by winds of loss and separation Lost at the end of time.
two lovers and the sea
Two lovers were wandering along the sea— Along its waves, on the warm shore Like the butterflies lost in a dream. Nobody knew nor wondered if it was real Or just a dream as the sun glimmered— Like a lost jewel in depth of sky— While Covering— Naked shimmering body of ocean. Desperate they said, the local folks— Sun that day was while battling— Smooth hand of the wind. His hands touching ocean, trying to make love to her The battle seemed lost for the glorious lover— Who appeared closer to paradise— When finally wind crushed small huts on the beach And grasped the ocean's heart. THUS concurrent took a look into her eyes, The man into hers— into the dimming cave Filled with sparkles of light enfolding the dark Still walking barefoot on the shore- And he opened his mouth unleashing these: Dear you saw with your own eyes the defeat of sun So easy and his love lost in vain But we are even much closer to none We can walk and fill our hearts with joy But eventually the stars will fill the blue roof —up ahead of us The blue roof covering this earth and eventually end arrives And thus the end of our love Shocked she seemed so responded: Dear we are lovers at the sea We are lovers at the sea We are conquerors of the warm sands bare feet We are conquerors of the shores, our names are carved Into the cold stone of history and our names is in all songs Singed on the lips of people at the bay every night Battle of sun with the wind might be forgotten As the time passes, as even some flowers die in muds And some grow to water lilies and survive. What you see ahead of us shall not be ever As I love thee and my heart is ruled by thee. -oh dear oh my sweet he said— With a bittersweet fading smile We may be the lovers at the sea We may win this battle of the constant dance Of coming winters and dying springs Of the bushes struggling to turn into fine trees But mark these words, these cold blades—making us bleed “That king or queen, Ruler of the neither world nor lovers at the sea Can ever be victorious— The already lost battle of us With the sands of time”.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 
So beautifully written. Penned by heart ,soul and true feelings. God bless you. Thank you very much indeed for publishing such enriched writing. Regards, Sincerely
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Dear Tabassum,
Thanks you for your kind words.i did my best writing these and thanks for your support.
I want to say here that it would be awesome if other people who read my poems and like them give some feedback on them to me because it really helps me grow.Kian
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I am honored by your reply Poet Kian . Thank you so much for your kind reply. I agree with you profoundly that people should comment and give feedback. Appreciation helps a lot in any kind of process of work. A poet’s work should be harnessed by feedback ,comment,like ,sharing and appreciation. Thank you very much indeed for your frank words. I wish you all the best in your poetic endeavor. Best regards,
Sincerely respectfully and delightfully yours,
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