Ongoing Deprivation of Justice

And I am a furious enraged mountainous storm,
Tied in chains to the depths of ice-capped oceans,
A recent void of an unknown origin belittles me,
Many holes poked into my ancient frozen scales,
No being dared so, except, a miniature called human,
O celestial stars witness the deception of our era,
And woe to the Time where I have to resurface.

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.

Dating a Succubus

She dresses in a lavender magical love potion,
Its fragrances deludes my dreamy raving mind,
Rings, necklaces, and bracelets glowing around,
Her black vivid eyes dart into my trembling heart,
Golden silky garments in many lines and curves,
The relic she now closes and my senses are back,
Fear strangles my palpitating heart into a knot,
Her snaky smirk hisses its tongue into my ears,
What she wants – what she asks is something
That goes against the morals of being a human,
She takes out her spidery black hands and goes
For my heart, for my throat, and my naïve eyes.

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.

Define Humanity

Don’t get me wrong, I really love humans,
But the definition of the term humanity
Has really changed in the past couple of
Years, as if – I don’t know anymore – say
If I roll a die, an outcome determining an
Exploding earth, then that is merely due
To chance, but what will happen to the
Definition if the die does not even exist?

The First

If I articulated whispers of our constellation,
You would overhear hatred amongst peace,
Banners falsely labelled to accuse your soul,
I, for one, have rejected all notions of decay,
I did touch your delicate being – a human,
You might be their first discarded wreckage,
Still, in disbelief, I believe in your innocence,
In our preserved Universe’s constellation,
Apparently, you are a human amongst aliens,
And if that is so, then I, for now until forever,
Shall be crowned as the second human,
Do stand tall against all dark matters,
And never sway, my first, never change.

O Human

Read, speak, or write,
But never be silent
O human
Weep aloud today for
Tomorrow’s smile,
Or shout silently –
An inner earthquake,
Or an outer volcano,
Whatever you do,
I do, we do,
Try to survive a
Hopeful peace,
Feel, O human, feel –
Feel anger mixed with
Boiling hearts,
Feel sadness crushed
Into your chest,
And fight,
And stand,
As one human,
O human,
O fragile being,
O emotional treasure,
O beautiful creature,
The prey of monsters,
The free soul of a
Whispering nature,
Raise your hands
And pray,
For yourself,
For others,
For me,
Stand and sing
For those who left,
Sing and stand
For those who stayed,
O human, live,
Live, O human,
Live.

Another Letter Emerges

Wow! The letter J once had
An impact so great that drums of
Universe would pierce my cage,
It is my past stored in archives,
But as of today, now, in the era
Defined by many referendums,
I now form a campaign with one
Particular letter to somehow
Grant me a wish to fulfil my
Organic human needs: soulmate!

Whether you believe in such a notion
Depends on the distance between
The two of you where time is a
Function superimposing velocity on
This rapid world skipping many
Heartbeats for few coins as if
A collector meant to flash the
Headlines of economic magazines;
Pause! Pace your pulsating breaths;
Now play your part in this dance.

Keep wondering your wondrous
Minds about this Universe’s wonders,
For I have created invitation letters
To this winter’s dance recital after the short
Interviews during summer and autumn,
For a dramatic act in a Shakespearean
Theatrical play to be screened in spring.
Ay! I will be directing their souls into
My heart’s secret chambers, and as of
Today, now, this moment, this second –

Indeed, the letter J transformed into another,
And as I hunt down their delicate souls,
I might just as well clash into them
Altogether, and create a big bang bigger
Than the bangs of bonfires of my Universe,
Celebrating the infinite possibilities with them
Or none at all as the heart plays back a
Recorded message about – no, stop!
Pause! Have faith, poet, have faith! Okay,
Now play! Play along, new letter, play!

Let the races begin as the chariots
Swarm the gladiators’ arena of love,
Just brave enough to sing romantic
Melodies written in ancient scrolls,
And even when out of tune, one
Will tune it back to its best form
Assisted by her free mind to free
Her soul and fly her eyes onto a
Nightingale’s freedom: soulmate,
There and then, the stage curtains kiss.