Leaving Steampunk City

Hold the fort and wait for the cavalry, they said –
Pick our side and you will see victory, they said –
And there was a time when I believed their word,
Where I stood on castles fuming all coloured trees
To ground for trebuchets to fly us out of abyss,
But day after day we painted our great walls
With smog to block our breaths into darkness,
Gates were only opened to nature’s black debris,
Resisting was I to the temptation to leave all
Behind and hammer into similar enslavement
But on a different earth, a different whisper,
Somewhere where the greyness was never the
Symbol of life and all its essence, where our
Lost souls belonged to colours lifting us out of
Abyss without any sign of fumed destruction,
So, I followed my sailing eyes to an unknown
Horizon away from all kinds of hearts of men,
So, I let go of the fort and I picked my own side.

Enthralled by Your Majesty

I am enthralled at this notion,
A historical moment of us both,
An attempt to knock on a door,
The wisdom of all our souls,
And you were there to smile,
Learnt speeches may be used,
Useful enough for me and you,
Working for a night’s sleep,
Or an invitation for a nice meal,
You who have me enthralled
At the different aspects of life,
You who are deciding to leave,
Go on, build the beautiful boat,
Set sail and fly among the birds,
Remember to sings a celestial
Song to open the next chapter,
And know that one of my stops
Shall be on your sunny shores,
And I am always, always, always,
I am enthralled by looking at you.