Mind's Lore ©

A realization is all it needs
Yet the mind fails to decipher
The simplest of thoughts....
Love, as we have learnt
Has the most natural touch
But, of late, it seems
All these tales are but a lie.

No drop of rain, nor glowing moon
Do raise a tempest of emotions within
The sun's first ray feels pale and cold
And the dewy mists are but an illusion.
The radiant flame doesn't sire a hope,
Instead, sets the heart ablaze
With black fires that scatter within
Phantoms of dark luminosities.

The heart stops beating for a while
For it's weary of the yoke of thoughts
That arise in the mind and pose a strife
To the frail vessels of emotions enclosed,
Veiled and concealed, for fear they might get shattered
By the sullen demons of Melancholy's file
All the sweetness has dissipated into oblivion
Loneliness embitters the dying heart
True Love's a lie and to love is to sin
Love is for souls unsure of their urges
Indistinct and vague emotions confusing them

All is well of one casts aside 
These lethalities and embraces the MIND.