Fruitful

Such a blissful form,

A beginning and an end,

Life blossoms between.

Opposites Repel

The flabbergasted mind dwells,

Ascends on higher levels,

The heart bewildered,

A mere follower,

In all forms possible,

But relieved of all complexity.

Emotional Turmoil

Today the snow melts,

As the ice cracks on lakes,

An emotional storm,

Like armies of glaciers,

Marching down the battlefield,

Until all melts,

River flows,

Sunshine glows,

Rainbow grows,

As the rain falls,

And time tells of an ancient eruption,

Once upon a boiling emotion,

A deafening blast,

Turning all to dust,

Leaving the mountain in half,

Distorted, deformed, misshapen,

Engraved within its walls,

The shapes of life,

Fossilised from a forgotten era,

And yet,

The sky weeps again,

Blessed is the rain,

Reviving the morals of minds,

Watering the hopes of hearts,

While the gardens of souls bloom.

Faults in our Moon

Has the moon ever glanced on a soul,

So marvellous, a hidden treasure,

Yearning to be revealed,

Concealed for a better tomorrow?

And if he did, then does it feel

Like the lights in a theatrical play,

Where she enters dramatically,

Only to slaughter the moon?

There is candour in her hiding,

The moon never shined,

He only glanced temporarily,

Leaving himself in dimness.

As if knocking on locked doors,

Unlocked for nothing, or maybe

He is ready to be concealed,

But will she ever be revealed?