N@si_Basheer

 HALF-BLOOMED BLOSSOMS Got up to the light, From my couch of comfort. Headed straight, Out to the lambency, Unaware of the gloom. Peeping onto the daily, Looking through the lines, Got a glimpse of the solace seekers. Tears of hopes Falling as drops, From hearts that had, Haunting miseries n' Days of worries. Where had the sunshine gone? Which once brightly shone, Over the screams of agony. They live, Like bees in a hive, Clung closely together, In fear of losing the other. They spent sleepless n' Yelled helpless, Beneath the shattered ruins. Probing for peace they remain, In this gloom of ravage. They, are the blossoms, Half-bloomed,  For, the gloom expunge, Their very being.

 THE EVANESCENT KINSHIP  Yearning day n' night, Probing the end, Of this prolonged age Presuming your presence, I found me, far away, In the vale of solitude. Down from the cliff of dreams, I looked back, At the bygone days of delight. Time seemed still, Days turned lifeless, Hauting dolour took over, Embraced with its vile arms, Without you being beside. Heart wrecks, at the sight of, You scaring to come around, Fading away without a lookback. Still, never will I loathe, To embellish my hopes, For advent of days knitted, With the satin thread of, Unruffled kinship.