I Quit


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I am the author of my love;

I have heard my mademoiselle’s cry,

Who live in dilemma and pain,

My love will retain.

 

Here I am come Cupido,

Remember me Cupido…The ace lover,

I have heard my arrival…Here I come.

 

I who embellished stars at night,

I who made their unilluminated shine,

I who gave my light to them,

Where do I go?  

 

Here I am come Cupido,

Remember me Cupido…The ace lover,

I have heard my arrival…Here I come at night.

 

I am the king and missing my queen,

I have absorbed all her plague.

I who cupped and lipsed her tears,

They turned away; Whom shall I send?

 

Here I am come Cupido,

Remember me Cupido…The ace lover,

I have heard my arrival…Here I come…in Abraham’s bosom.

 

I, the invisible umbrella to her,

Shielded against heat and storm.

I who burnt and saved her grace,

Not for you…I am firm, I heard.

 

Here I am come Cupido,

Remember me Cupido…The ace lover,

I have heard my arrival…Here I come…Here, I Quit.

 

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About Harshit Chauhan

I am a person, a dreamer who fly on the wings of dreams but don’t know how to achieve them. I am one of those who can do arduous tasks but at time fail to do the simplest of them. I envisage, concentrating on one particular thing as the dirty end of the stick and sometimes multitude say that i’m a patient of mood disorder . The whole enchilada, from soda to hock humanity say and ruminate that I’m perpetually in a scurry to effectuate something and I too consider them impeccable, for I want to attain stability in my metabolism, which presently is going through nadir, at the lowest ebb. Friends and other acquaintances eulogize me for my zany humor. I’m a avid reader and writer and presently I’m delving into blogging zeal ie. on https://harshitchauhan.wordpress.com/. My other chief passions apart from the above are travelling, eating, ruminating, listening to quality music, watching birds and clouds and being solitude. In short, I want to triumph my divine, limpid and creme de la creme intentions which I’m ensuing from past many gargantuan years and have made big sacrifices too. I pray, to take the Chequered flag and my relinquishments don’t go squander so that after so many damp squibs, I can witness my rest of life in its full glory.

Posted on December 13, 2016, in Poems and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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