She is not Strong

She is not strong, she is a weaponised destruction,
Think not of false prophets, but of me reincarnated,
Falter if you must be, or shelter beyond this universe,
The simple truth is just simple, strength beyond beauty,
Before one is eliminated, stand ground and raise above.

No, she is not strong, she is a weaponised destruction,
One that is always replaced, a rather used spare part,
Once blown to bits, evidently a catastrophic entity,
Such a lady is unneeded, your services are denied,
Listen to my reincarnation, think not of false prophets.

Urbanisation of the East

I dig into the graves of the butterflies –
Once soaring over the habitats of men
To share a dancing ritual in a ceremony –
And I find the final jigsaw puzzle piece,
Puzzling my peaceful self as I unearth the truth,
Concrete cremating our buried Mother Nature.

Stolen Maps

Men have long stolen maps of earth,
They have recreated them defective,
Nature’s eminence was casted away,
They were cursed: those who learnt
The truth along with buried treasures,
Not from nature, no, nature never
Curses as it only wages old beauty,
But men curse their own avaricious
Selves into their own burial ceremony,
And nature keeps outliving those men,
You see, men want to own everything,
They even look up towards heaven,
And search for maps that show them
The stairs to climb and the gates to
Take down, but then nature prevails,
Sending them into the depths of an
Ancient dust forgotten beyond the
Creation of you, and me, and Time.