The Ballads of Gravity

Ha! My little 'Beautiful' fool! How far you can keep me in your veil? From the shadows of your past? From the perplexities of your fairy imagined persona? From the phantom of your fears? From the traces of your anonymity? From the fragility of your self? And from the abyss of your memories? You can’t, really, my Beautiful little fool! You can't! I have myself imprinted on your deepest innate self of your existence- the soul. How far you will run away from the memories of my anonymous affinity? Since I have made myself the entire universe for you, where will you go? You are chased, haunted, 'Stalked' by my life. You are within the sphere of my enigmatic charisma and memories of undying past you have passed by. I see you 'cause I am there right with you. You still have no idea who I am. Like a zephyr lulls your locks, i am with you forever and forever. "if i cannot see her, at least i can think of her, and so be happy; to light the beggar's ...

For everything, there's a reason, as such, a time for birth and death. I just wonder what makes my life so different. I lovely fail before love. Love for life, what art thy shall remain until the last breath of my life! Romantically I would like to be killed by the love I love, but I am not stupid enough to bury my precious life for the love unloved. I drink wine and I have tasted almost all the precious of them. I drink and I love, I love and I live, I live and I am loving it. I love the mystic charms of life, the way it behaves, woos, and ravishes, what a piece of romance. I always wanted to stop writing about love, but my love for my life fails me and I write again! Life is such a wonderful gift I’ve ever had, there's failure, success, love, rejection, smile, sadness, poverty, luxury, silence, laughter, and many; but life remains as life itself. I am blessed! PS: WINE IS A BOTTLED POETRY AND I AM A POET ARBITRARILY.