Healing a Portrait

You are the halo of a starry night,
They are the ashes of a cigarette,
In dark hours you shimmer in light,
As they shadow a sunrise into sunset.

Heal a wound for a future fight,
Ascend above them without a regret,
Show a sickened society who is right,
And the wrong they will surely forget.

Hope within me you would always ignite,
So, falter not and join me to get,
A family’s portrait, a city’s highlight,
A royal welcome to Romeo’s Juliet.

So do not worry, everything’ll be alright.

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Emotions in a Bedridden Society

Emotions in a bedridden society,
Inhibited tongue deemed motionless,
And if I incapacitated myself lifeless,
Under virtual euphoric white blanket,
Would you notice emotions masked?

Home housed in remote realms,
Gardening personal enlightenment,
Paths created for public invitations,
Welcome to my utopic society, so,
Do you see a resonance of despair?

The gardening granted stability,
In the scarred errs of society,
Healing a new day, a new beginning,
Thorn-covered blanket in a tumble dry,
Just emotions in a bedridden society.

Fighting for Her

The one in a billion being brought to light
In a dark era where many bark and bite,
And a passer-by noted the infringement
Of the laws in a dystopian society,
And he saw the predators hunting the wounded angel,
Now that Time has shown a different face
Discharging electrical shocks that shocked his mind beyond repair,
And he tried to stand firm against dust storms
Crippling the minds of pure beings,
She was indeed falsely accused, involuntarily resurrected,
And I have sworn to evacuate this polluted era
Such that she may feel alive, at least once, by me,
An objective and a burden I carry until I succeed,
For she is one in a billion brought to light in a dark era.

Uncertainty

Uncertain of the watered earth
(Dampened from a drowning sky)
To recollect the puzzled fragments
That grew on ancient branches,
Disintegrated by another soul
That was diseased out of society,
Something contagious is now
After my own insecure self,
Remedies with side effects,
And somehow I might be cured,
Perhaps, the notion of wild
Emotions will now disappear,
An erased historical movement,
Undermined to empower ignorance,
And certainly, I am now shaken
By this huge jigsaw puzzle with
Deliberately missing pieces,
Another movement to elude
A dimensionless emotion
Into many hopeful hugs and
Slightly less skewed kisses,
Buildings demolished for their
Outdated archaeological
Blueprints covered in dust,
But now, a third movement
Attempts to recover missing shards,
And renovate the soul into society,
Surely, this delusional phase is
Just a selfish juvenile uproar,
A system to infinitely drive
The soul into many dead-ends,
The cruelty of this life’s maze,
Constellations have begun to
Change or even disappear,
Severing the bond this soul
Once had with its own tree,
Dismissing all forms of guidance
To follow a narrow passage,
Just enough for few pulses
Of sunlight and moonlight,
And now, this quivering soul is
Branched into the watered earth,
Drowned towards uncertainty.

In a Specially Sewn Pocket

Each time I read it,
Each time the river flows,
Pure words from your heart
Always reaches mine,
And even though this
Might not be a poem,
It is a collection of words,
The echoes of my heart,
The roars of my mind,
The whispers of my soul,
Words of complex simplicity,
Treasured in my shirt pocket,
One that is specially sewn
For a particular purpose
From a branded tailor,
To arm a tongue,
To torso a lover,
To leg a dream,
To shoulder a society,
And to hand you
An emblem of friendship,
Until forever smiles,
Always with peace.

The Ideal Stamp

Inscribe on it the tears of society,
To be sent on the edges of universe,
Let this stamp be on postcards,
Let it be on asylum seekers,
Put on it few symbols of life,
Water, trees, sun, or even birds,
And as for the choice of colour,
Let it shine the shades of humanity,
And remove all those numbers and currencies,
And leave but one word,
In hope that every soul whispers it,
As they stick this stamp on an envelope,
Peace!