Sonnet : The HarlotHer call rings all over the streets of sin,Echoing seduction and carnal greeds,Trespassing on the grounds of morals thin,Offering earthen bliss by earthen deeds,Curious young lads and gentlemen groomed,Struck by whims of lust and her beckoning,With their conscience dead and innocence doomed,Drown lifelong self worth in moment's sinning,Her embrace of fake love and false passion,And the cadenza of her falling breath,Perfected by routine and profession,Conceives demons off innocence's death,A harlot by deed, yet noble by heart,Burdened by sin's blame, while sinners depart.
Sonnet : Turn of fateWhat may endless voids of thy love fill?No feeling nor mortal is befitting,Anguish and agony that thou didst kill,Now rule in my mind without submitting,Those doves that once in frolic had twittered,On dying love now scavenge like vultures,The refuge once that your image catered,Incarcerates my soul in sepulchres,Words no more give warmth nor convey meaning,In feeble fading feelings finding faith,Beliefs concrete once, now fall careening,The miracle of love, now ghastly wraith,Such turn of fate accompanied you leave,Thy memories oint while thy actions grieve...
Sonnet : BittersweetInfernal flames of thy passion claim all,In deathly denial all turns into ice,None stood upto thine empire not to fall,Art thou Devil's need or an Angel's vice?Thou in others demerits make me see,While thine own art profuse, thou maketh scarce,My seeing eyes to thee sworn betray me,All truth its treachery turns into farce,What king of he, who thine alliance lost,His slaves thou smiled upon do him exceed,For treasures haven't might to thee accost,Nor any realms coin shalt fulfil love's need,Oh Love! To thy craft thou subject the mind,Blind those with eyes, and give eyes to the blind.
Sonnet : AtonementThy smile, in light of my heart divine seemsImmaculate, in their prime none could match,Betwixt darkest nights like sunshine did gleam,Absent, in daylight broad does darkness hatch,Forlorn, now I, of thy touch reminisce,Of how it stole misfortunes and tears,Now I in dreams try to recall that bliss,For awake, unites me with my fears,When to deceit and falsehoods i fell prey,Or when kinsmen drew daggers to my back,As oft as they wronged, thou undid their fray,I, of thee devoid that redressal lack,Oh love! Thou being replete in atoning,In advent give hope, in descent, mourning.
Sta.sh
I am glad I could reach out to you with my work. It fulfills its purpose, then. 
