Love in Its Purest Form do Weep

Love in its purest form do weep
For the one, who loves you not
The stars shine brightly upon the sleep
While the heart, to beat, tries all it got.

Silence is a din when love silences
Or a rough of tree sans shade
Or when the 'mares upon the dreams dances,
As the sky slowly fades.

But over the truth what it seems
The dreams coming true in purest form
Till you receive the giant heaps
Of those deception, that leaves you torn.

And so where is love, there is alive
Not joys, but agonies, with deepest sighs.

Thy Eyes in Which False Beauty Lies

Thy eyes in which false beauty lies
And restricts the sight till it's range,
Seeks beauty in what appears nice
And soothe in what dies with age.
Thy eyes that sees what ancestors told,
Builds a fence in thy mind;
Believes in what those old books hold
And kills the length till moon's height.
Thy eyes that pour hate in innocent heart
So make it dull with black'st flow,
And sees around with envious thought
For joy, thee never let come to thou.
Thy eyes that complain with sleek'st sigh
The one who blooms their only life.

A Memory

A memory once so full of life
Has its strength to again revive?
Would have had if not been forged with
The load of sorrow and painful thing
But does that mean an arch of smile
Can be camouflaged with just few brine?
And so a memory once filled with joy
Could not bring cheer as like a child with toy
But the longing and fear hammer hard
Whenever you remind you of pain and stark
And that the happiness is such a weak
Unable to defend a memory!
But a single touch of agony can breathe
For years over the highest peak...?