Awaiting Her Transformation

Worn out from the
Remnants of natives,
Here I lie atop the
Graves of ancient civilisations,
Cultivating my heart for
A well-choreographed dance,
A birdsong making its way
Towards the doors of heaven,
And there I meet her, an
Exotic figurine, my stellar angel.
Passing through the realms of
Humanity day and night,
Beams of halo surrounding
The inner core of humanity,
To relieve the slaves from their
Eminent fate of bottomless pits,
And to revive the smiles of a forlorn
Youth deemed to be among the forgotten,
So, here I delve into her inner cave
Protected from the creeping eyes of others,
And I see, and I hear, and I touch,
As I explore her caged emotions,
So please, let them out, O stellar angel,
And let me absorb your enraging tears,
For as long as the heart beats and the lungs breathe,
I will protect you as you await your transformation.

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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.

Ropes of Life

Relax and breathe as you walk
On the ropes of life to lead you
Into the beautiful gardens that
Are inhabited by mythical Fae,
And there you will be able to
Raise the infants of innocence,
And there you will once again
Believe in justice and peace
As you leave behind the cages
That rusted your hands in shackles,
So, keep walking this path
For you will surely find many
Others raising their youthful
Souls for the life of humanity.

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?

Lost My Book

I have burnt all of your books,
The books of celestial creatures,
I have no time to befriend
Angels or demonic beings,
Tell me not how to believe,
And, definitely, show me not
What correct path I should follow,
And dare not hand me
Books of festivities for I have
No faith in humanity, no faith
In writers, no faith in readers,
No faith in myself. My book is
Gone, and with it, I am gone, too.

Peaceful Announcement

Americans and Russians were once in alliance,
Found themselves passionately in defiance,
Once again no-man’s land is a tick-tock clock,
Airstrikes and gunshots to defile the flock,
Soldiers volunteering to follow orders,
Abandoning humanity and crossing borders,
They publicly expressed their well-thought strategy,
Not an invasion but an intricate remedy,
A mixture of burning spices for the skin,
To teach them a lesson – oh friends and kin,
I break internally, and externally I detest
The mention of war every bit of me in protest,
You see, I have seen the world,
East and West, warm and cold,
Never have I ever come across
Happiness being built on loss,
Rather, peace and harmony blossom many smiles,
And if you don’t understand, just walk few miles,
You will learn the nature of people
Is to share dreams with other people,
And never have I learnt a thing or two
About ethnic cleansing, the terrorising flu,
Contaminating air, rivers, and politicians,
Corrupting the trans-national corporations,
Feeding wars and starving mothers,
Drowning kids and hanging fathers,
Some sort of a deathmatch game,
As if guns and joysticks are the same,
Listen and take heed ladies and gentlemen,
And appreciate the voluntary service of this pen.

Recovering Humanity

Cherish humanity’s harmony
to spread a peaceful embrace
before the world shows its
sadistic sorrowful failing face
as thorns of agony pierce it
endlessly towards numbness.

Tremble heart into sadness
but bounce back and rest on
hopeful clouds that will soon
(soon my friends, yes, soon)
drench the scarred crust of a
once upon an earthly face
with the healing waters of life.