My anima’s moulting withinwhen she’s here to mend my soulMy wings become supersonicwhen she’s here to applaudLet my dreams remain lockedif she’s holding the keyHer love flickers, electrifies,dazzles as the neon levinradiates my dingy epochlike the vivid Canopus.
Category: Poetry
Idealist Of Luminance
An abstract chutzpah accentuates through the facile brush strokes as she paints on the hackneyed scribbles, The loitered moments initiate the imaginations, whilst the dynamic days fructify an artistry, To see an entire new world she fought against the domination like a rebel, The unbridled dreams are fluttering like the blue morphos, What she has…
Relearning Maestro
Stiffened fingers and idled limbs Think I’ve been sitting for too long My tendons hurt as I lift my rooted legs Seems like it’s hard to play the tune despite it’s stuck in my mind Yet, little by little I’ll relearn crawl back as an infant before I could walk like a godly Maestro
Live Forever
You’ve become the brightest star,who’s too far away from the Milky wayAnd I don’t have the power tobring you back homeMy ears were yearning to hearyour voice, before we weredivided by the heaven’s cloudsBut this departure has been well planned by the unapologetic betrayal of timeNow I’m bearing the guilt withno more tears to cry…
Empty Hands
Unlock your dreams with deific key There’ll be light on the altar while the hope is alive even you’ve nothing worthy and even the unbidden miracles are phoney The leafless tree in fall will be blooming by spring After all, everything ought to begin with empty hands
Prayers Of The Broken Souls
Countless sacrifices and the grief will be gone when the running stops The split clouds convene, move to the north, grant the Sun to shine on the sacred land The serene fortunate nights will be given before the faiths are lost May all the broken souls be graced
Homecoming
I fought for my freedom, now I’m free as falcon without any damage, waiting proudly as a warrior for my homecoming.
Broken Wings
The puzzle was left to be misplaced yet the desire is moulding the lost pieces My eyes are gazing the sky despite the time that’s needed to fix my broken wings The bag of hopes crumbled when the welkin crawls Let my soul sniff the woe until it turns into a revitalised meadow
Nocturnal Peril
I crawl, I cry, I scream and I plead, The manic hunger usurped, corrodes my stomach and intestines as I slowly turn into a ravenous beast, The merciless game has started, There is no time to kneel and pray, My affable walls are turned into a torture chamber and the concealed danger is watching me…
The Ancestors
The greed has blinded you Your ears are neglecting the thousand cries You’ve negated the mother nature’s wrath You’re using your ability to conceal your bloodline, your origin dreaming to travel across the galaxy, but the Ancestors are taking away the power from you, slowly.
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