The Fountain Dance

A harp string strung,
And the star shined,
Arabesque on stage,
All attention on her,
And I drift elsewhere.

Acoustic tone rings,
A many heartbeat,
A long-awaited voice,
Absent of any other,
Always hers I seek.

Aching for her soul,
Arms now upwards,
Ascending to infinity,
A heavenly fountain
Appearing from within.

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Rhythmic Beings

The heart is agonised as it beats for its angel,
Turning right in a reverse motion outwards,
Disoriented as if a newborn yearning for warmth,
Love and compassion are its compass,
Faintly immersing its emotions calling for hers’,
Pitch perfect,
An artist is thriving,
In a melodic continuity,
Towards infinity,
For every beat is worth billions of stars,
But struggling to beat less intensely,
So as to not give hints to by-passers,
But holds for few seconds and skips beats,
Out on long distances they hold onto threads,
Drums of passion hammering a rhythmic cry,
On the dancing stage their performance ignites,
And as it walks towards closed arms,
She glimpses his sudden jump and opens,
And he lets go.

Forging a Smile

You forged many smiles into my heart
That I am barely able to voluntarily forget,
And when you have introduced yourself,
All I heard were the voices of your eyes:
Dazzling in brilliance, a primitive attraction,
To touch the serene beauty of a purified soul,
The embodiment of a celestial angel,
Eternity for her arms is my selfish desire,
And only while hugging have I seen her cry.

My Dutch Friend

Historical dialogue between Earth and humans
Caused for banners to be put on our heavens,
The arms of humanity held one another for a
Chance to relive the beauty of nature’s purity,
And you are no different, O gorgeous friend,
Whether our time can be put in numerical
Forms or our memories can be inscribed on
The ancient pages of this Earth’s history,
Know that our encounter was definitely fated;
You see, the person who actually attracted
Me to that lovely group of friends was you,
Your energetic soul broadened its wings to
Soar over my delicate heart and fulfil the
Isolation that I felt at that moment; indeed,
I still remember, and I kept this to myself,
But not today, today I’ll tell you how rare
This friendship is; despite the short numerical
Time and the archived inscription of memories,
From your smiles and your amazing accent
To your sports and your social acceleration,
You made me look forward to the weekends,
In hope that I go back to the hostel and see
Each one of ye together for a wonderful time,
And ye were there and you were definitely there, too,
So I will delay my warm and loving thanks
Until I actually come to the Netherlands to see
You in person, and that day might be getting close.

Tangible Relationships

I needed something tangible
That would place the fished
Heart back to its sea, and from
Five to seven I figured it out,
Something logical about the
Causation of interpersonal
Relationship, which can be
Imitated into plurality and
Defined beyond the hours of
A person’s watch walking down
The streets of the city centre –
As if, instead of the two arms,
There were six residing within
The five to seven notion of
Something extremely tangible,
And before I even reach a
Somewhat factual conclusion,
One might wonder about the
Plurality above the second
Person: is that really possible?
Whether the disagreement
Entails the loss of a major
Relationship depends on,
I guess, the openness that
She or he would gather from
Their limitless surroundings,
But generally speaking, (if
You are still following) the
Majority accepts the other
Without entanglements,
Disorder, complications per se,
Although, I am intrigued by
Those who accept it without
Negative connotations, and
As for me, I am in between,
Like there is always moderation,
But let us move on to the
Duration (something I really
Fancy), well, it is an important
Status between partners,
And I believe, the expectations
Should match otherwise the
Fished heart will just drown
In the suffocating air open
To all passers-by, and since
Five to seven is just two
Entities apart – hours,
Minutes, days, weeks –
Whether the two (or more)
Disagree or agree will
Always solve the problem
Of waiting another entity –
Hour, minute, day, week –
And now I reach a dense
Conclusion about persons
Who wish to begin something
On the lines of a relationship:
Open your eyes and go for it.

Hiatus

Do stand on an isolated bus stop,
The train will arrive any second,
Galloping through this sphere,
A time machine that will unfold,
And do await like never before,
An unwanted box full of gifts,
Finally accepted with open arms,
Albeit, emotions do get tangled,
Solution: extinguish the candle,
Hope for a better tomorrow,
No, somehow just work it out,
Make your stance formidable,
A foundation for a skyscraper,
And rebuild the broken parts,
Hidden under layers of dust,
And please do forgive yourself.

O Heart

O heart!
O the beast to my tears!
Cease your playful habits that
Produce chains of burning pain.
She likes me, but loves me not,
And so, I am fit for no one.

O heart!
O the drumming sound of agony!
Release your strangling hands
From my limbs of instability.
She moves away as
I free my hugging arms.

O heart!
O the demise of this aching body!
Fire your heat away from
My delusional mind.
She eyes another as I release
One final kiss to her cheeks.

O heart!
O crimson flower of autumn’s death!
Fall into an abyss below
My musically run feet.
She is the carved beauty of an angel,
And I am never that.

O it hurts!