Stress Free Poetry

You took my heart And locked it in a cage, You got rid if the key; Simply turned the book's page. I haven't seen my heart, But I still feel its beat, And the thought of loving you, Makes my poor soul weak. Looking at your picture; Framed by my hands. Not sure what to do, Not sure of my plans. Am thinking of you, And my heart you took. Please take care of it, Give it a second look. It's very breakable, So keep it by your side, Because I might need it again At some point of my life. By ( Ilona Hesse )

The time wheel rushes into the bad, sad and tearful year, When daylight ceases early into long nights of ageless fear. And pride bows low before preparing to be burnt alive, Mingling with phenomenal shadows into fire it does revive. O living souls do not term me evil for I am the bad, I turn into a poem, post the earthly curse that I had, With your inhalation of the starry nights in Spring And feeling Summer aura of oceans, which pearls do bring. Devoid of the brush, canvas and paint, I am to portray, My unconditional love with a single Rain-touched Sunray. Amidst the flame of desire suppressed by Autumn’s dancing dust, From the cage of words freeing forever Love of the Fall, must. Here I promise to turn into the blooming flower, Before the earth takes the next seasonal shower And love shall be in my everlasting fragrance, Before on my tombstone, snowflakes fall into a trance. By ( Smita Dey Tarafder )