Hopeless romantic, grounded realist, eternal optimist, brooding pessimist. All these are me. I am all of them. When I referenced my diaries for poems written decades (1985-99) ago, I was surprised to find that most related to either Love or Death. I was even more surprised to discover that, with a quick change here and there, many of them could be interchanged to reflect either. It was in this way that I discovered in myself the obsession that Sigmund Freud labelled as Eros and Thanatos, a theme that has fascinated thinkers, poets and writers for centuries. Here you will find Eros and Thanatos and a bit of Philos in between.
Cacophony was child’s cry,it made me forlorn Symphony it is,now that you are born Trauma was my life,bruised my being Tranquil I am, showered in your eyes loving Bathed in your waft ,my stink is gone Rescued by your raft,now
I thought everything is forever lost, all my feelings buried and gone. I must have been cursed, I thought I never find what I desire the most. My broken heart was beating in vain, I knew I never be the