Posted in Writing

Jasper & Love.

FAE724A5-C37A-4AA9-B215-F2BFF976C8D5.jpeg

They feared him
Not uttering a word
When he roared
The World Bowed
Silence creeping out the bones
Mouths shut
Eyes low
And among them
there he saw
Her.
Charismatic
Attractive
Fire in her eyes
Seeing through him
And his eyes
Drilling deep into his soul
Like a thunder
She was lightening
A gleam
His heart was shuddering
Looking at her ecstatic face
Something in him flickered..
Love?
It can not be
He is made for everything
But love
Oh! But there was something
Staggering about her.

Thoughts
Deep
In a trance
Quiet in his room
Putting that weight aside
His mind went on a ride
His heart beats collide
There she was
Again
The hands which were heavy
With the gun
Wanted to hold
A pen
To write for her
His Poetry
They wanted to hold
A brush
To draw her
His painting
Oh he did!
Eyes closed
He drew her
An outline
On the canvas
Intricately
Like she was there
Alive
His angel
His love
He is in love
The world haven’t seen
Yet,
This side
The angry face
Learning to smile
Thinking of her
All this while
It is love?
What else it can be?
Yes, he is in love
The thorn
Will have a rose
The black will turn white
From darkness into light
Yes he is in love
Love did find him
The enigmatic met the ecstatic
So called devil
Met an angel
His emotions melting
Like saccharine
Jasper, not anymore
The Black Thorn Klein.

The Lost Soul.

PS: To read Other two poems on Jasper you can go Jasper “The Black Thorn” Klein and Jasper, The Beginning.

Author:

A simple one with complicated thought process ..I write to seek answers, I write to seek what is missing. I write because it makes me calm. I write because I am not completely lost,not yet found. I, am wandering. Writing comes naturally, in the heat of most passionate moments, either of happiness or utter sadness.

59 thoughts on “Jasper & Love.

  1. Ah, the black thorn begins to blunt! The heart of stone eroding, first by a fine layer of dust.
    I for one get very excited when I see you write Jasper. Sweet you, evolving writer … the pen sits ever sweet in your eager hand beautiful one! ❤️❤️

    Liked by 1 person

          1. Always and forever, let your Monday be the start of a fresh new week … where the world slowly begins to, ever so gently … reveal new joys and unveiling opportunity ❤️❤️

            Liked by 1 person

  2. Was thinking about Jasper the other day, remember I’d fallen for him? Haha, thank you for bringing him once more… I enjoyed this piece, especially now that he’s in love, I hope there’ll be more after this one 😊

    Liked by 2 people

  3. So does he really exist or he is fictitious character!! I am not but Jasper is name of a jem stone meaning spotted stone..So it is melting now.. 😛
    Dear great skill you have..keep it up.very well written..

    Liked by 1 person

  4. This was some turn around. Great twist in the story. I love how you poetically narrate. Each one was beautiful. This is transformation of heart. Swordplay becoming wordplay, poetry taking place of guns. Thanks for sharing this with us–you are so talented and sweet. Love and light ❤ ❤ ❤

    Liked by 1 person

      1. Thank you for this write up. I am afraid to say this but till now he has been facing tough luck, and still it seems like it’s one sided love story. She should actually fall for him, God should be kind to him atleast this time.

        Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s