Beings of Eternal Peace

Thieves of peace may wonder
Around treacherous paths,
So as to feed on your cries,
Grow on your screams,
Laugh at your sadness,
And all you ought to do is
Ascend onto a heavenly path,
One that is beyond their reach,
Where hope in life hugs beings
Made from eternal peace.

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The Innocent Dance of N

Señorita, the wonders of artistic wisdom,
Painting her rainbow smiles to exhilarate
Pens performing ceremonial calligraphy,
She catches glimpses of a magical fortune,
To a beautiful tomorrow that she sculpts,
And a relaxing warmth that she keeps close,
Hugging her own adorable days into a portrait,
Still, even today, I see her innocent dance.

It was You She Hanged, Remember!

Needles keep striking your chest,
The place where you remember,
Beautiful memories like red roses,
But then the thorns bleed you dry,
And you stop. You retreat. You –
Forget about her, all of her,
You have unmasked this being,
So, move on and forget that hug,
Forget that smile and that dance,
The songs and the infinite poetry,
All you need to do is remember,
Remember her twisted words,
Making you feel guilty every time,
Shackled and imprisoned in her world,
Each step thinking twice or ten times,
Until you stop talking to everyone,
Relationships cut, deleted, stabbed,
And with her incessant hisses:
Your own self she enslaved,
Your close friends she drowned,
And at last, it was you that she hanged,
Remember?!

To Reach Her Heartbeat

A sudden movement of a pulsating star
Might indicate a celestial heartbeat,
One that awaits many hugs and kisses,
Awaiting on the shores of hope,
Listening to the whispers of life,
Leaving footprints on our sand,
Now constellations start to play darts,
And I might have missed the bullseye,
But I still look towards the pulsating star,
Hoping to reach her heartbeats, one day.

Let Me Change

Once I was told to never change,
But this change I’m loving it,
This change is longed for,
Unexpected,
To be shared with you,
And this change I paint my canvas with,
As a colourful landscape,
This tree can still swing its branches,
Dance to melodic natural tunes,
And smile to the scales of destiny,
And I am still free, except, this time,
I’m in my own happiness,
My own roots I’m hugging,
And now I can extend my canopy
Towards the heavens and pray for a brighter future.

Exploring an Iron Lady

Let me sing this song for her dazzling eyes,
And draw musical notes to shape her smiles,
To hug her as we dance in a whole new world,
The dance is all from her imaginative creation,
And round each other’s curves we gently slide,
For she has choreographed her own beautiful life,
And it is reflecting her cute self and gorgeousness,
Her lovely soul I adore and her young heart, too.

Nature Talks No More

Mystical winds enveloped my breaths,
And took control over how I sang my soul,
And onto the ancient stones of a labyrinth,
I was raised into the heavens up above to
Shout cries of the earthly wonders to those
Who slowly kissed our hallow moon. And left.

The trees that fed us their roots for a revival,
Joined the ritual to dance their wisdom minds
Into our explorative souls that continued to fly
Into the depths of the seas, and to soar over the
Heights of the mountains – there I hugged the
Roots into a dance along the forest. And halted.

The nature’s musical stops at a beat that beats
The beating hearts into a shocking stop stopped
Beyond awakening – a deathly shock – bereaved
At the notion that everything is from beauty,
And hence, everything will return to beauty,
My beloved nature was cremated. And silenced.