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.

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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.

Rhythmic Beings

The heart is agonised as it beats for its angel,
Turning right in a reverse motion outwards,
Disoriented as if a newborn yearning for warmth,
Love and compassion are its compass,
Faintly immersing its emotions calling for hers’,
Pitch perfect,
An artist is thriving,
In a melodic continuity,
Towards infinity,
For every beat is worth billions of stars,
But struggling to beat less intensely,
So as to not give hints to by-passers,
But holds for few seconds and skips beats,
Out on long distances they hold onto threads,
Drums of passion hammering a rhythmic cry,
On the dancing stage their performance ignites,
And as it walks towards closed arms,
She glimpses his sudden jump and opens,
And he lets go.

One in a Billion

An opportunity might arise in a billionth of a second,
Where he will be able to live in a billion-star hotel,
So, let him choose it without second thoughts,
And with all his might, let him make it happen,
Because that is his celestial angel awaiting.
I know not of such comparable beauty,
But as she descends and he ascends,
The two entities merge into an abstract era,
Unspoken of. Faceless. Emotionless. Timeless.
Where the clock tick-tocks through infinity: Big Bang!
And then the cries of Life bring joy to them,
Emerging from the depths of a billion-star hotel,
So, live on, live there, and live above, my love.

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.

Breathing a Life

Torn between two dimensions,
To live a lie amongst old lovers,
And treat newly sliced wounds,
Here, now, I can’t breathe right,
Neither can I walk well nor talk,
Nor can I bright my own eyesight,
And I am torn here for over there,
The lovely change of my new life,
Pages in my own history written
For more years; abruptly ended,
To live in my own: free, for me,
Selfish, undeniably, but at least
I will be able to breathe again.

A Free Soul

Speak like the trees – voiceless,
Move like the wind – swiftness,
Think like this ancient crust of dust,
Collect rare beings whom you trust,
Listen like the stars – far away,
Love like the birds – a new day,
Become a young free soul and flow
Like this beautiful angelic doe,
Dance like the leaves – falling,
Stand like the mountains – rising,
Ever since you have lived this life,
Ever since you were the wildlife.