Into the Wild

The sweats of your beating heart
May escape your limbs
To welcome a naked night
With those who sculpted it
Into a gorgeous goddess.

Continue another mile,
And expand your universe
Into wondrous constellations,
Creating a path of ascension
Into your youthful soul.

Chance may lead you to a musical,
Where you stop to extend the drums,
To wildly gaze at an earthly energy,
There, a free soul holds your hands
To dance under the glowing moon.

Now you begin to realise,
The rhythmic symphony of life,
How it was all choreographed by
Your own limbs that bow
For its own goddess of a heart.

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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.

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.

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.

Lavender

Yes, lavender – that was the word,
The search has ended and hope has
Been reached for everyone who
Fancies purple and all its vibrant
Distinct shades – I adore lilac for
No particular reason except organs
Evolved to hunt it down if it ever
Appeared amongst a painted
Landscape – an obsession where
Fashion has stolen lilac for its own
Antiquity to wrap around my soul,
And today, I sit in a warm tea shop,
Vibrant music distinctively amusing
The soul to ask the girl for some
Tea that nakedly bares lavender.

The Music of Our Tongue

I
Let me know about the Northern Star
For she has this glamorous smile, and
Her dance is just another constellation,
Another dimension, another Universe,
You know what! She is our Universe.

II
How could you tell me that you aren’t
What we perceive or define as beauty,
How could you utter such words from
The gorgeous lips glamorously shining
And beating the drums out of my mind
And the heart that always loves you.

III
The beauty contest has given the first
Ribbon to you – the glitters of a starry
Unicorn, and although you might not
Sing, I still listen to your infinite song
Sung for my humble beating heart,
I adore your cuteness, and thus, do
Not change, oh lovely unicorn, keep
Being yourself and never change.

She Never Knew

Envelope the warmth
Around your coldness,
Design a sculpture out of the hug
That wraps over your curves,
Now kiss the skin into rapture
To allow your soul to ascend,
And capture the very eyes
That taps the music into yours,
And when the mind asks
The definition of yours,
It can only describe your
Dazzling beauty beyond compare,
And this is only what I write,
I write not what I do,
For do does not follow feel,
And so, do does evaporate
When the feel condenses
Over the heart’s written
Symbols that I just write;
And yet, she never knew.