Euphoria

A storyteller may peak into your proud eyes,
Each time a glimpse of glorious blissful day
Sends wild electric waves of joyous hope,
And he continues writing a historical novel,
Where you become his ecstatic beating heart,
Yet, he may forget the exact sequence of time,
Falter not, my dearest soul, for he is in a race,
So, go on and carry the Pearl into the heavens,
But await his call as he resurfaces in euphoria.

Two Sides of the Same War

The space is spilling its own secrets,
But a void is trying to interrupt the
Communications, and a wooden door
Was opened, I heard it myself, stars
Running through it as if horses or
Soldiers or freedom fighters, or waves
Upon waves of nature’s way to show
A peaceful movement, and there –
There! A shooting star leading the
Resistance against all of the void,
And the horns of battle have been
Blown, and now, stars clash against
Blackness somewhere into the space,
The sky starts to be filled with fog,
Obscuring the battlefield, everything
Is now cloudy, but I can feel the stars
Are starting to diminish – our poor
Sky is gathering their dust and is
Now full of tears, we are getting
Drenched by their sorrow while
Both space and void sit back on
Their comfy chairs shaking hands
After all pawns gone: checkmated.

A Child’s Game

Raise your level of imagination,
To that of a child building those
Blocks of letters, stacking them,
With that contagious tiny smile,
He might get absorbed into the
Colours and use that to solve a
Problem that he himself might
Have created, but he will feel
A challenge with exhilarating
Rush of emotions once logical
Reasons permits him to finish,
Or he might endure one more
Rule of his own creation where
The edges of perfectly-shaped
Letter cubes should be aligned,
Or not, as it depends on his brain
Waves cooperating with his heart
To beat for a vibrant self-portrait,
Here, creativity was explored with
A bunch of wooden cubes, see,
One might disregard the details to
Conclude that it is ever so boring,
But maybe you just need to raise
Your level of imagination, and
Observe those friendly monsters
Surrounding this child to play with
Him this simple but awesome game.

Run Forward

Strong waves crushed my doorstep,
And carved many hidden trophies,
I knew I was able to run for miles,
Away from any whispering trouble,
Yet, a day has dawned to illuminate
A foreseeable flattering future,
Reinforcing the pains of growth,
While the birds chirp at dainty dusk,
And as the waves calmed back into
Reality, I fought my way through,
And, at last, I began to run forward.

A Heart’s Dream

Relay a message,
A whisper that may
Resonate an echo, or
A light wave to
Wave a smile at
Your heart: reflection permits you to
Reach the stars from
The very eyes that
Form a dream.

Indeed –

Form a dream,
The very eyes that
Reach the stars from
Your heart: reflection permits you to
Wave a smile at
A light wave to
Resonate an echo, or
A whisper that may
Relay a message.

Magnetic Repulsion

Isolate –
Grievous choice for a being,
Unnatural resource for a grief,
To brief the skies on how to rain,
How to cry deathly oceans,
Tidal waves confiscating
The atmospheric breath,
Asphyxiation –
The unwanted echo
Of conservative shackles
Hardens the soft petals,
Brittle enough to break;
Shatter –
Into pieces from a touch,
The touch of no being,
Dissociate a nature’s bonds
That naturally intertwine,
Rejection –
A solaced love letter
From a year’s botanical
Garden to tread heavily
On illogical reasons
Claimed for protection,
And though reason draws
Many a constellation
(A portrait of some sort)
It fails to accept the interjection
Of the main character in
A novella as if everyone
Is still living in total isolation.