Slán Abhaile

Today, I inscribe warm letters from my free soul,
For the land who speaks an ancient language,
For its people whose voices resonate within me,
For those from other lands with different tongues,
A mixture of magical luminescence living together,
In symbiotic attraction dancing along a constellation,
Governed by voluntary smiles and peaceful hugs,
Twinkling in their lovely portraits within my poetry,
And I forever remember them as I place each star
On my heart’s ceiling for guidance at each heartbeat,
Lub-dub for few tears, lub-dub for more smiles,
Lub-dub for a farewell, lub-dub for a way forward.

Evolving Poetry

Do you remember when the rhythm
Was as important as the form
Of a deeply inspiring poem
Intended to illustrate
Sophistication?

Well,
The need to
Neglect its significance
In order to keep moving forward
And reach the apex was more important.

Medals of Honour

The colossal design of our dimensional space
Has brought beings together, separated them,
Hung them on spiked bones, recreated an art
Of glorified war – they said on terrorism – well,
Glorify war all you want but when humans meet
They will only show an affectionate will to dream,
An immense emotional rush to move forward
Into peace, and yet, they said for our security
We shall go to war; for our peace, we shall
Deny it upon the world; and then, our financial
Disability kicks in to kick us out of our ancestors
As we applaud our men for their medals of honour.

Run Forward

Strong waves crushed my doorstep,
And carved many hidden trophies,
I knew I was able to run for miles,
Away from any whispering trouble,
Yet, a day has dawned to illuminate
A foreseeable flattering future,
Reinforcing the pains of growth,
While the birds chirp at dainty dusk,
And as the waves calmed back into
Reality, I fought my way through,
And, at last, I began to run forward.