Parting Pain by iaVember

Time and time again none stays

One moves, travels, leaves – Grows

To hinder such is a futile attempt

For we have to move to find our ways

But, oh Parting, dear, is such a Pain

No known heart could withstand its punches

Waving palms, backs turned –

A perfect sight to put one in vain

Though the image of return resonates

Parting, dear, stays and lingers

Til, perhaps, the heart has grown used

To the image painted by fate

Put the Pain in Parting

Embrace the parting silhouette

Savor that minute before the absence

And soon Pain too shall be in fading

For we all shall learn the art

Of embracing the fading image of the sun

And greeting its rising with a warmer heart

As Pain too, in due, shall Part

-iaVember

A Crime [it is not] by iaVember

(Originally a note on my Facebook account, I have  deemed it just that I share it here for it is, after all, the first poem I have written in my renaissance.)

Moving on, if a crime, has been done by thousands -

Letting go, Looking forward to a new sunrise

Staring at the sunset and memories it cries -

No! Nay! 'tis never been a crime to fall and stand

For one to think it is wrong is to think wrongly

To consider stagnancy a choice so prudent

Staying on the same ground nostalgic'ly fervent

Making thineself believe 'tis what's happy, merry

Yet to fall and to stay is a heftier crime

Not to the people 'round whose eyes are fixed on thee 

Nor to the society; Nor to your pedigree

But to thineself whom you owe every bit of dime

Charades, Pretentions, Masquerades all sorts of games

Can conceal your yearning to go and move forward

But 'til when can toilsome travesties hold your guard?

Thus, readiness to move forward comes with no shame

So to you whose heart once broken is now in whole

Tell no more fiction stories nor share filtered thoughts

If you've gone along, Go! for there's none to be fought

There's no point in pretentions; they're but shallow holes

 

Moving on, if a crime, has been done by thousands -

Letting go, Looking forward to a new sunrise -

Erase thine shame and thine shams and shed no more lies

For moving on is a Gift, a Crime it is not