Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Hopelessly bound
by the chains of love's grip
- greatest gift,
fate's cruelest curse.

Wherefore do I weep
at knowing the joy,
the warmth,
at feeling the peace,
the fire.

Wherefore do I weep
unable to complete ,
to be,
unknown the kiss,
the flames.

Wherefore do I weep
at loving not living
seeing not touching
breathing not sharing
holding not loving?

All,because I,
The Fool,
am no more?


1 comment:

Sajid Nadeem said...

Seen through the eyes of a man who's discovered his love, yet only to find it is too late. He still loves, yet he can no longer have his