1997 diaries...verses found

Wonder why I wrote this ....Dont remember the context but looks crap

To seek the oasis in the desert I wished,
But by mirages was always fooled.
Listlessly around did I wander,
Nothing but hot sands to cheer me on.

Narcissism perhaps....seems to have boasted 

Seasons
My friendship is like spring
It smells of flowers and tastes like honey.
My indifference is like autumn
For my feelings wither like dead leaves.
My hatred is like the winter
My actions will be cruelly cold.
My anger is like the summer
It shall burn you like the fires of hell
My love is like the rains
It will short on you till you are fed up.
(6th september 1997)

Words for Idun's orchard

I watched helpless once,
As my feelings furiously surged.
Breaking the shackles of words,
I try to pack them in.

I worried my thoughts would be lost,
In the deluge of sublunary pursuits.
Still I hoped some day to find,
The words that can hold,
And carry undiluted across,
What I had long felt for you.

Now I rest easy  for I now know,
They are at home in your heart,
And will be forever so.
Be a beacon for my thoughts,
As they sail to find refuge in you.

Two liner for the rains of May