Adret or Ubac

With inward looking eyes Ubac, the blind, carved his wounds on the thin sides under shade of the dark.
With farther vision Adret, the Knight, feared the things light could never show under the arrogance of his power
They knew not misery has one face that no fortune can drift their sorrow...

Ubac lies on the mundane slope where vision is needless,  its going to be dark and dull all his life
Adret lies to the brighter side where vision is blinded by too much light

The warmth of light or coldness of dark may be two sides but who knew that sorrow would fall on them both no matter what strength one lacked and the weakness other possessed ..

Last Winter

It vexes me as much as it enkindles to elicit a emotion for a woman who is all fire and flare..She is a woman who excites envy and admiration..
A woman who just found her lost heart from the last winters..

She who went as far as the burnt woods in the dark patches of forested thoughts under the mist that it covers and warmed herself from the wounds of past with a self conflict on which she endlessly hovers..
It pierces every thin strand of my ever absurded soul to pen down what a fierce lover she was and as she remains to be one..
How furious was the moment when she outgrew from the rust and dust of unstoppable time.. a crime that she calls her inherent wave of love for something that is not hers and is not even mine..

A wisp of experience that never oyestered her to mere pearl but rather she choose to feather her soul and surrender herself to the immensity of her limitless flight... A citadel of her doom turned to beauty.. a road of marshes stoned to rock..as she walks and ever so she walked..

It fills me with curiosity why such a woman is such that a man within me is little less of himself to contain the affection she withholds like a million thorns wounding her feet.. like million bugs biting her cheek..and the pain that breaks her heart into cracks and pieces.. yet she holds love that only grows and has far reaches.

It restricts me to my limits as a man .. as a man who I failed
I wish I could travel in her little heart that she found from the last winters
 If only I were the last winter caressing her found heart
I could bleed as much for her heart to beat again and even for a while, I could sing that song forever in my mind.
If only I was man enough to survive a love so rare from a woman whose mere glance is a sweet reverie but cuts you like a piercing glare.

She is a story I can never narrate, she is a woman who found her lost heart from the last winters..If you look right through her eyes you would know why her soul vexes me and why it enkindles but neither of us will ever see her lashes lifting .. Because it is there that her found heart remaines caged for another winters..