Sonnet CXLVI

Sonnet CXLVI

Shakespeare

1890

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth

Why feed'st these rebel powers that thee array

Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth

Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?

Why so large cost, having so short a lease

Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?

Shall worms, inheritors of this excess

Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end?

Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss

And let that pine to aggravate thy store

Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross

Within be fed, without be rich no more

So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men

And Death once dead, there's no more dying then. 

Blessed, but cursed

Illustration by 非

February 2015

Life

Is it a blessing or is it a curse?

If one day you are replete

The other day you starve?

Life

Is it a blessing or is it a curse?

If one day you are delighted 

The other day you are beset with gloom?

Life

Is it a blessing or is it a curse?

If one day you know 

The other day you forget?

Life

Is it a blessing or is it a curse?

If one day you are given a company

The other day you're left alone?

-Helaria 

Mortal lover, My youth

November 2014

I felt adulthood approaching
How for long hours have i pondered upon
pages of life that had long gone.

My childhood was occupied by absurdities.
and so, i devote my youth to self-discovery.

To them, who find it incomprehensible
Mere insanity they perceived
Morbid was the word they used to portray me
who drowns wildly in the excitement of
cherishing my mortal lover, my youth.

For no one can fathom
the joy within,
I left the endeavours to define
to myself.

Before youth fades
and leaves me nothing
but wrinkles and the memories of joy of yesterday(s),
Let me live my days of youth
according to my will.
-Helaria

The art of intrusion

 October 2014

Illustration "Wandering Star" by Audrey Kawasaki

Your phantom haunted

in the midnight hours

While I pondered deeply

 And not so long until curiosity creeped in

From what i heard

You've been well entertained 

by the parade of temporary pleasures

trying to put you under their spells

If my only way to you 

is through the illusion of intimacy 

Tell me how I should  pry

Into your small hours of secrecy. 

-Helaria 

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July 2014

I've been dreaming about heaven and hell,

Has someone been trying to ring my alarm bell?

How one sometime wish she could tell,

When one's time to say farewell.

If life is supposed to be an Enigma

I pray to God for no trauma.

For lately, I have been living my days,

Without sun rays.

Nothing fears me more

Than the thoughts of tomorrow.

Never thought life could feel this sore,

 Oh, How I long to be freed from my sorrow!

-Helaria