My Resuscitation

Even when I pop the boiling bubbles,
Floating over my blood,
Bomb blasting it into bits and pieces,
Blood bathing this ashen heart,
Ice-filled buckets were added, stirred,
As if preparing a refreshing lemonade,
Yet, the heart aches into thunderous screams,
And as soon as I start to forget,
The heavens drop storms and devise nightmares,
Nullifying the colourful floral dreams,
Dreams once filled with glittering unicorns,
Unicorns galloping freely through rainbows,
Rainbows so magical mystically spreading
Smiles on my straightened lips,
And now I bloom,
Evolve into a butterfly, and indeed,
I have awoken from that darker-than-black abyss,
I am now my own therapist,
Voicing powerful rainbow smiles,
And getting ready for my resuscitation.

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.