Why Love so Unfair? Those who can love And could find their halves Are fortunate Or so. Never they preach About oblivion they seek A soul mate on each bow. I, where careless tears shed To find a mere resolute, fade Into fanciful moisture_ Fumes of insecurity, Surreal Impasse lit it, Although for an emotional furniture! In vain I Cry For a thousand try, To love in back of what! With a face like Othello, In just Shakespeare, it’s mellow For Desdemona to spare a- ‘but!’. Hope is lulling And Age is calling, The seeker is a fake; Love is all, In it you fall Without a result to make. Just like this, My fellows beseech And Imagination of their own. It’s fatally rude For me to be crude! And state what is already known! Background - "A faded oil paint, considered an abstract, portrays the unpredictable love" The narration here is a normal guy, he just likes to state something that we already know. But the twist lies in his dialect, the imageries he used, and the comparison he detai...
Father's Upbraiding I don't know What's your problem and don't Know why you can't do a single thing right. You just stare at blankness, same as the fish Can shuffle his eyes before being caught. Do you know how shameful it is? For it held me back when I try to support you Son, you only mess up everything that I built; I wonder what you lack as I Am not so bad in raising a motherless child. Proud is your brother who is an example Of prosperity and have a healthy life where You only are a disgrace and a failure. Background - "An abstract of a Father and Son" This is my first attempt at the 'puzzle-poetry' prompt, although it is written in free-verse poetry format. Puzzle Poetries are those which have a unique pattern, and only you can have a complete understanding of when you are able to decipher that pattern. Somethings it can revert back the whole meaning of the poem, once you undo the pattern. Just like this poem; for a reader, it will sound lik...