My Resuscitation

Even when I pop the boiling bubbles,
Floating over my blood,
Bomb blasting it into bits and pieces,
Blood bathing this ashen heart,
Ice-filled buckets were added, stirred,
As if preparing a refreshing lemonade,
Yet, the heart aches into thunderous screams,
And as soon as I start to forget,
The heavens drop storms and devise nightmares,
Nullifying the colourful floral dreams,
Dreams once filled with glittering unicorns,
Unicorns galloping freely through rainbows,
Rainbows so magical mystically spreading
Smiles on my straightened lips,
And now I bloom,
Evolve into a butterfly, and indeed,
I have awoken from that darker-than-black abyss,
I am now my own therapist,
Voicing powerful rainbow smiles,
And getting ready for my resuscitation.

When It Rained

Today, the rain drenched its own face
With tears as it touched my lips,
Commemorating a day where it left
Its own purified heavenly home,
And here I am still covering my face,
Hiding from its painful hushing drums,
A musical to the dancing hearts of nature,
Trees swinging to rescue every raindrop,
To revitalise its soul with earthly minerals,
Ah would you look at the new leaves,
Emerging and growing as the Sun glorifies
Its beauty across the endless horizon,
Now, it ascends back to its heavenly home.

Heavenly Treasure

Life, the evaporation of Time,
Solidified to share her beauty,
Fog hazing her Eastern curves,
Boiled within my heart’s depths,
Condensing on the morning dew,
Upon flowers, upon a white lily,
Upon her hips, upon her lips,
And I touch, and I breathe, deep,
Closer, warmer, into our naked souls,
And then she evaporates into life,
Redefining the nature’s wilderness,
What was once an earthly being,
She, now, is my heavenly treasure.

Galactic Funeral

She and he: the descendants of Erigone and Icarius,
An ancient relationship between the weeping heavens,
And if I were to step forward to touch her heart,
Polaris would stand on our heavens roaring,
Virgo would shoot its stars into thunderstorms,
But the intimate feelings from my touch starts pouring
Its floral essences into her starry eyes. So we dance.
Enraging monsoons envelope our little forbidden kiss,
And I touch her lips as we ascend onto our throne.

My Star

The heart yearns for her dazzling eyes
To tickle its lashes for her hidden giggles,
And it longs for the very damp red lips
That whisper songs for her musical curves,
And it craves for another lovely moment
To adore all of her under her beating heart,
And it aches as it sends her letters of love
Mysteriously wrapped as a poetic gift box,
And it realises that her free soul will
Forever live far away like the Northern Star.

Mirrors in my Inner Core

I shall find my mirroring windows,
And glance outside my inner core,
The balcony doors will be opened,
And I shall invite her to a nice play,
A performance about my dance,
Perfected by her long crimson dress,
Elegance mirrored in her glorious
Eyes that only stares at my dance,
Which was choreographed for her
Soft ruby lips and her winged hands,
Fly higher than the closing curtains,
Pluck out your lilies and my roses,
And disperse them around us like
A circle where we can dance under
This starry night reflected through
Those mirroring windows, and so,
Allow me to grab your adventurous
Body and commence another dance.