A Lost Man’s Secret

Can a lost man reveal a secret
To the sky’s filled constellations?
Would his eyes fall onto a second
If the first lived close close enough?
And what would anyone do
When she gets far far away?
Or further? Or crashed? Or torn apart?
– Or loved?

Can a lost man wait for the stars
To line up for a path to reveal?
And would you not agree if he chooses
A new life lived close close enough,
A passion, for now, in finding her,
Even if she is far far away?
Or further? Or crashed? Or torn apart?
– Or loved again?

A Note to Self

Dwell upon an earth to which resides
A hopeful life of copious smiles,
Deteriorate not to which you have set forth,
Goals and dreams in total ascension,
And never sway away from the warmth of hugs,
Of holding hands or the dance of a heartbeat,
Keep close O keep close them pure souls,
Without whom no other reality is comparable,
And if you ever forgot their magical moments,
Breathe deep, in and out, and another,
For as long as you need, in and out,
To remember your self of beauty,
To render your soul a way forward,
To tender a heart for another beat,
So dwell upon an earth in serenity.

You Mean so Much to Us

Have you seen how a colossal mountain
Stands ground, unfaltering, robust, and magnificent,
Piercing the clouds, reaching for the stars?
Or have you seen how an exquisite island
Provides its own inhabitants with blossoming trees,
Bathing under the sun-kissed summer afternoon?
And have you seen how the distant moon
Shines all its glory amidst a silent winter night,
Dancing with the shimmering constellations?
Now, would you be kind and dive into your heart,
Be sure to caress it well as it is ever so delicate,
And as you listen to its warm beats, look at it,
How the scars transformed to glittering celebrations,
Wouldn’t you say that it is more robust
Than the colossal mountain, and more providing
Than the exquisite island, and definitely more luminous
Than the distant moon, and if I may add,
Your heart, without any doubt, is so lovely,
Look at all those around you,
Look at all our smiles,
Now, look at how you mean so much to us.

Ride Myself in Ascension

In all its glory and the treasures it withholds,
Was I too careless? No, but naïve to even step
On the footsteps of ancient giants,
Negotiating terms with nature,
Only to shiver into random fits –
Soon though, I will triumph,
I will pierce through this unfathomable night,
I will survive under the Sun’s realm,
No beast dares to obscure my path,
Except –
That which is within,
Facts, out of fear, become biased,
But here I am,
In the middle of nowhere,
And I now know my limits,
So, all I have to do is
Ride myself in ascension.

Your Dance

When the night asserts its presence,
Dusk will surely break the silence,
And then the stage will be ready,
A transition of the glistening stars,
For a majestic entrance of the Sun,
There you realise a celestial cycle,
Reincarnations of chances to live,
As the rarest gem I’ve ever known,
Wouldn’t it be so – tuned in melodies?
I could sense your choreography,
Inviting the world to join in,
And I accepted your magical smile,
Your energetic hugs, your golden
Fingertips that colours a life’s canvas,
See how you blossomed this cold city,
Only as I have laid my eyes on you,
And I can feel it rising within me,
The chance of life has just begun,
Thank you for this wonderful dance.

Gems of this World

Like the diamond, sharp edges redefined,
Beauty that glistens the eyes of the world,
At its centre as at its periphery, all in all,
Summoning pure souls for an eternal dance.

Like the pearl, smooth oceanic surface,
Far from imitation of factory-owned scales,
Natural in its rarity, beyond anyone’s reach,
To be protected by the warm hugs of clams.

Like the gold, ancient cultures to crown,
Large chests to bury, great thrones to fall,
An emblem of royalty and another of divide,
Alchemists to seek in this penniless world.

Like the above gems and even ever more,
For the final glamour, many steps endured,
Unbeknownst to the naked eyes of passers-by,
Such is the staged musical: lights, laughs, and life.

Let’s Add Colours

And so it begins,
Cleansing the scars,
Let’s colour it white,
(Impressionist style)
To the passersby: pure,
To those who dwell: purified,
Wounded terrains,
Dried up valleys –
But it’s a process!
So stop dwindling on
The black spots of this
Formidable canvas,
Gaze at the stars,
Mark your own constellation,
Now, let’s add colours.