A Spinster's Mystery

The wish of a spinster is tender yet craving;
For the love of her heart with a bunch of dream at hand.

She thinks and wishes for the ideal home,
Yet the reality is challenging and confusing.

Standing at the middle of a cross road,
Trying to solve the mystery to the best destination.

But the key to the entire puzzle depends on how she got to the decision point,
And which among the mystery roads she decides to take.

Try making your puzzle a smart one, in a way like the spider web,
So you don’t get tangled by your own web.

A Broken Heart

When a heart is broken;

The soul becomes uncomfortable,
The heart pierced deeply and deadly,
By a sword call kill-joy.

When a heart is broken;
Sweet melodies turn melancholic,
Honey could taste sour,
And appetite vanishes.


When a heart is broken;
Deep within remains a vacuum,
A being looks so gloomy,
With a gory feeling.
Alas! A soul is neatly sewn with threads of sadness.

Paean

I am passion,
I am ineffable,
I am all that make living.

An extinguisher of anguish,
Peace vanishes when I exit a flesh,
And my presence waves melancholy.

What is desire?
How is ecstasy?
I am superfluous,
I exist within souls.

My powerful nature
Could move mountings,
I set tears,
But of tender affection.

I can never be hidden,
Nor faked,
I am older than man,
And always younger.

My initial is so sparkly
That it tingles with desire,
Step by step,
I possess a nature.

Give me a name
Because I adore u,
I am LOVE!
How do you feel about me?