Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

People get married and some of them don't know how to stipulate marriage. Yeah!! it's really difficult to interpret marriage. You are not married with gun point on your head. You prefer your marriage with the person whom you really wanted to spend rest of your living with strong bond. When you first marry, both of you will make a commitment saying I won't leave you alone, feel alone and will be together in any difficulties till the last breathe. All of your companion will wish "Happy Married Life". But you will not know how hard will be your married life.  Before tomorrow people think marrying is something that should be unpretentious and one of the trouble-free work of your life. For those people I think you are having misconcept with the meaning and authority. At home being somebody's wife/husband is a great influence you are taking. Living with someone whom you really love is enjoyable and you are fortunate to have that person but  after marrying that perso...

 Do you want to come my whistful land?  Ah, it's quite far on the giggle Moon,  Escorted by the tall snowy mountains. And neighbours to the joyfull sky. Do you want to come My wistful land?  O! come in the cloving month of May,  Whilst narcissus open her hairs  To kiss of love day, When Demjok would wear her's  wedding band. And the blue joy: celibates his birthday. In sweet early hours of the May. O! if you truly come aye! come by Airway,  Kia! coming here is naught an enfant play. Ame! you've to pass throu cliffs and ridges,  Then by a series of wooden -bridges,  Everything here is cooler; we use not the fridges,  O! my little cottage is situated in this virgin valley,  Where wind blows slowly up the alley.  Forget not our land is famous  for hiking, Go on donkey or with hound to far tramping,  Or you might like to climb the magnetic hills,  Where celestial Music do often thrills,  Upon the breasts of...

I'M Happy To Remain A Butterfly Midnight of my passing years . . . . Did someone knock on the mute shutters or was I scared in a dream? What house of love is this? Such frightening rocks litter its base, its windowpanes already chatter. Perhaps the dread lies inside me more than anywhere out there. My dread of his handsome looks, my awe of his mind, my fear of a dance of wild abandon before his pursuing eyes . . . . Mere covers. I don't wish to say: "There he is." Why should I lose what years have gained: my life of freedom, my free mind? I know if I ever fell into his hands he'd swiftly turn me into a housefly. Confined to the walls of his desires, I'd forget I had ever known the joys of light, breeze and perfume. Yes, I'm happy to remain a butterfly: though life's needs conspire against me at least my wings are still intact.