Lengthening a Short Friendship

I know that there is so much more
To the things we all are living for,
And I have only seen few springs
Dancing on tunes as the bird sings,
And you became part of the story
As we happily smiled in our glory,
Introduced by a gorgeous friend,
This gracious bond will never end,
I found you to be a gem so rare,
If only Time was to us a bit fair,
A serene song sung to get closer
To you for I became a composer,
During the spring of our time
Our pure souls began to rhyme
Into a dance of this blissful bond,
I can see us here and even beyond,
And tonight will be a great night,
And our day will be so bright,
With endless hugs and kisses,
We dream now of many blisses.


Uncertain of the watered earth
(Dampened from a drowning sky)
To recollect the puzzled fragments
That grew on ancient branches,
Disintegrated by another soul
That was diseased out of society,
Something contagious is now
After my own insecure self,
Remedies with side effects,
And somehow I might be cured,
Perhaps, the notion of wild
Emotions will now disappear,
An erased historical movement,
Undermined to empower ignorance,
And certainly, I am now shaken
By this huge jigsaw puzzle with
Deliberately missing pieces,
Another movement to elude
A dimensionless emotion
Into many hopeful hugs and
Slightly less skewed kisses,
Buildings demolished for their
Outdated archaeological
Blueprints covered in dust,
But now, a third movement
Attempts to recover missing shards,
And renovate the soul into society,
Surely, this delusional phase is
Just a selfish juvenile uproar,
A system to infinitely drive
The soul into many dead-ends,
The cruelty of this life’s maze,
Constellations have begun to
Change or even disappear,
Severing the bond this soul
Once had with its own tree,
Dismissing all forms of guidance
To follow a narrow passage,
Just enough for few pulses
Of sunlight and moonlight,
And now, this quivering soul is
Branched into the watered earth,
Drowned towards uncertainty.

Magnetic Repulsion

Isolate –
Grievous choice for a being,
Unnatural resource for a grief,
To brief the skies on how to rain,
How to cry deathly oceans,
Tidal waves confiscating
The atmospheric breath,
Asphyxiation –
The unwanted echo
Of conservative shackles
Hardens the soft petals,
Brittle enough to break;
Shatter –
Into pieces from a touch,
The touch of no being,
Dissociate a nature’s bonds
That naturally intertwine,
Rejection –
A solaced love letter
From a year’s botanical
Garden to tread heavily
On illogical reasons
Claimed for protection,
And though reason draws
Many a constellation
(A portrait of some sort)
It fails to accept the interjection
Of the main character in
A novella as if everyone
Is still living in total isolation.