Poetry: Dreams & Desires

Most of my dreams and desires,
the covetings of my heart,
my aspirations, my yearnings
seem to have been fulfilled,
yet thousands of them still smoulder
in the hearth of my heart
yet unfulfilled;
Ah, the mere inkling of these unearned wishes
pulls my heart apart;
each wish being sufficient enough
to make me feel like dying;
Like a heart full of a myriad of desires
yet to be fulfilled,
A victim of the brutal hands of time,
Here I sit with my fingers crossed.

Poetry: Where art thou my sweetheart?

where art thou, my sweet heart?
the darkness of the night
is getting deeper and deeper
all around is silence
and me alone moving in my
bedroom here and there
without purpose
my heart is heavier
eyes are sored up
eye lids hard to lift up
my eye balls becoming dull
I don't know where the heck are you?
Every night you play games with me
until the sun rises and pokes the spear
of its sharp bright ray
into the iris of my eyes
shutting them down
finally
till i fall dead asleep
all day waiting to prepare
for the arrival of my sweet heart
some night.
At least in my dream-ridden Sleep!