Loneliness..
Bouts of Loneliness consume me
He comes in mind, I think of thee
Love he did, Hit me he did
Then back in his arms, imprison me he did
the shouts and pain I think
long ago I let it sink
fingers pointed angrily his dad did
stood he quietly, nothing he did
dignity shattered, humiliation in tow
silence his followed in bedroom
no words exchanged, marriage in doom
far away i am from the hell
but him i think, yes, i do
tears roll down, all confused
miss i do to him, but hurt I am
nothing he did, then and now
pained I am, dont know how
healed is not my heart
questions unanswered right from start
did he or didnt he love me
3 years past but no answer
Loneliness consumes me
love at no sight..love did he??
heart speaks no more
Loneliness here, oh not he is here
meet me once, let hearts pour
Till then Loneliness consumes me…
Love story or not a love story
hold i do to fond memories
yes, bruises healed but scars there
Masumeh needs answers..
move on cant she..
yes, bouts of Loneliness consumes me..
I love New York!! :) The city will let you be, YOU!! vibrant it is!!
My New Dream..
Am planning to write a simple romantic story..My New Dream..I know the characters I would want to pen and want the readers to visualise..Cross fingers..
Balloons..waiting to fly them away in the sky..emotions riding in my mind..let them fly away to an unknown destination…past hurt, pain, sorrow..go away please..
Balloons on a bike…Masumeh metaphorically compares them to all bottled emotions…
