Healing a Portrait

You are the halo of a starry night,
They are the ashes of a cigarette,
In dark hours you shimmer in light,
As they shadow a sunrise into sunset.

Heal a wound for a future fight,
Ascend above them without a regret,
Show a sickened society who is right,
And the wrong they will surely forget.

Hope within me you would always ignite,
So, falter not and join me to get,
A family’s portrait, a city’s highlight,
A royal welcome to Romeo’s Juliet.

So do not worry, everything’ll be alright.


An Open Book

Look through me for a second,
Open my eyes and dive into me,
Behind the blink the city lies,
Streetlights on steps to ascend,
Towards the mind and its heaven,
Or descend to a rainbow gathering,
Flutes and harps strung in peace,
Let the sky twinkle in your smiles,
My cosmos at your warm heart,
See for yourself my evolution,
And the rise of a civilisation,
A leader, thirty years in the making,
Who is mad about natural beauty,
A nature to search for pure souls.

A Trip Back

She shares a post,
Her city’s museum,
Opposite to Pizza Hut,
But for her to see my past,
To see how I sculpted myself,
How the poetry in life smiled,
Is all I ever want,
And all I care now
Is to see her blossoming,
A renaissance,
An emotional revolution,
I am my own museum,
Worldwide collections,
With a recent discovery,
An Arabian exhibition,
A reconnection to my past,
To her own museum,
And to our blessed future.

Leaving Steampunk City

Hold the fort and wait for the cavalry, they said –
Pick our side and you will see victory, they said –
And there was a time when I believed their word,
Where I stood on castles fuming all coloured trees
To ground for trebuchets to fly us out of abyss,
But day after day we painted our great walls
With smog to block our breaths into darkness,
Gates were only opened to nature’s black debris,
Resisting was I to the temptation to leave all
Behind and hammer into similar enslavement
But on a different earth, a different whisper,
Somewhere where the greyness was never the
Symbol of life and all its essence, where our
Lost souls belonged to colours lifting us out of
Abyss without any sign of fumed destruction,
So, I followed my sailing eyes to an unknown
Horizon away from all kinds of hearts of men,
So, I let go of the fort and I picked my own side.

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.