Not a closed case, Not yet

She had this gaze...much like the hackneyed birds of prey,
Her ambiance was bewitching...much like a charmed one,
All the soulful songs jammed my head in her presence,
Inspiring love, love once alive, she left me petrified,

I preferred a bird's eye view of the extreme beauty,
She cherished her own company, thin suites her favorite,
Her hair-style seemed like a complement to her lifestyle,
Every step in her walk seemed a complex math, only her solved,

Her life she held in high esteem, keeping me far at bay,
She fed me fantasies, my guts could not swallow her pride,
I still preferred a bird's eye view, of a body exquisite,
There are some sweet things, i say, that are better not tasted,

Somethings too i would love to keep as secrets, myself to bury,
Her world she clouded with mystery, her beauty with a smile,
I just wish i knew her secrets, hoping against all hope,
That way i would know her weakness, her mystery...demystified.

My Concern

Am concerned, that,
The mango tree has fooled them,
Right in the middle of the city,
They read books the wrong way,
As they spent hours in the library,
That they used the wrong finger,
As they pointed the villains,
That they bought the wrong glasses,
When they disguised their faces

Am still concerned, why,
They chose the wrong saviour,
Yet none of them was blind,
Why the flag is soaked with blood,
At the hands of the grandchildren,
Why it was so easy a battle,
Yet so many of them had to die,
Why they begged for no mercy
As 16-calibers pelted them,

You know,i still have issues,
Not with the bravery we admire,
Not with the zeal we yearn for,
Not even with dreams we pursue,
Not with the history we pride of,
Not with the ignorance we habour,
Not even the utopia we live in,
But with the love we forsake,
...It is still my concern.