Wedges

by Irza Aiman 08:55:00 0 comments

Often it happens,
The wedges overrule
Love fails;
and ego rules.

Has it ever happened to you?
The urge so strong;
the meaning so vague.
Has it ever happened to you?
The desires so prompt;
and the talks so empty.

Broken trust and mistreated actions,
Wedges always draw wrong reactions.

The finger tips touch
while the hand escapes
the tight grips;
yet the commitment shakes.

Mute cries and heartbreaking longing,
Wedges are always so appalling.

She maybe bad
He maybe good,
but hasn't it always been in the books?
The good for bad;
the bad for good.
The balance of nature;
the fate you shall nurture.

Shallow love and deep desires,
Wedges are lethal than fire.

About author: Irza Aiman

I had only known the part of me on the surface, the bit I had carefully chosen for me to see. Underneath there is a whole vast area of my life that I had kept hidden. I am nothing but a by-product of nature unless you get to relish the tough cookie within me. The one who can trigger the emotions you have kept hidden, lurking within you, with merely playing with a few words. The world is twisted in undefined knots and me, an illegitimate person can only pen my emotions to survive.
I have power over you with my words. Words have their power over me. With a little color here and little color there I can paint a beautiful picture of words that the literature itself endorses it. After all, I am only an ergonomically free spirit with a wild heart.

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