My Religion

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My mind stands in its own infallible ground,
Has the aptitude to weave its own skewed view,
Of turning this moment, heaven on hell,
Or of whirling hell into heaven

With the unrefined language of nature,
It stands alone like a strong tree,
The roots sunk deep into the infinity,
Glossed over whatever thing that is evil

I risk to ran over the idyllic religion,
That seems too wanting, too difficult,
Whose visage has been left untested,
Harbored but unrepressed

How excruciating this can be,
To shun from the voice of the heart,
The voice that defines the true self,
That carries all powers and secrets,
Just to appease the unappeasable

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My Broken Heart

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I now reproach from the inner war,
That feels like a storm, a gale
Crammed with deathly lightening,
Making my heart unable to escape the damage

Unable to control my emotions and sensibility,
From the unutterable pain that pervades through my heart,
Unashamedly shading tears from the litany of lies,
That leaves my face with a shell shocked reality

The litany of lies had colored my world,
Fantasies had turned it into cloud nine,
It was a constant battling illusion,
That naturally rode me on top of the world

I desperately seek words of comfort,
Those that have escaped my imagination,
My broken heart falling into paralysis,
Of a fiasco, a ruin that I have become
In a dark world endowed with loneliness and stabbing silence

I will hang around for a universal impulse,
Raise my head and wait for a new dawn,
Witness the sky bring me new splendor and sublimity,
Of a new life faithful to my own aesthetic dreams

Moment in Time

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Time is the making of mankind,
Meant to test the faith of those with belief,
Comes and takes over the remote of life,
Controls the past, the present and everything to come

But we are all trapped in this moment,
Snowed under by the deathly silent,
The cadence of the heart so intense,
As if trying to say something

Our skins crawls with an instant horror,
Of the dark scars that live within us,
The past filled with stabbing pain,
The past that’s no less deserving of any sympathy
We rave and crave for a sweet relief

The awe-inspiring moment is here with us,
That we may free ourselves from yesterday,
From the pain, the suffering and the guilt
To breath the scent of air that is so refreshing,
A constant reminder that we are vulnerable but lucky,
That we can view our lives the way we always hoped

Time never changes the vision in our hearts,
It is the sounds of the mind that can causes change,
We can shield our sanity with our defiant hearts,
Accept this golden moment and celebrate our lives
And wait to see what tomorrow brings and repeat it all over again!

The man in my mirror

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Where does the answer exist?
Is it the passion that nearly ran me blind?
No, it is not,
For it bled my heart,
A thousand scars evident of the dark presence,

The answer exists deep inside me,
I feel it every time I breathe,
When I open my eyes to a new day,
Every time I stretch out my hands to receive the gifts of a new day

I see it in the reflection of my mirror,
When I see a man with golden dreams,
Decorated with desires for dazzling heights,
A sense of competence and peace overwhelm me,

The man in the mirror seems to hold the key,
To my daily pursuit of fulfillment and the seemingly elusive happiness,
Away from the tangle of lies and empty promises,
Flowing and moving around all around me,

The man in the mirror knows the key,
To the mystery gate of unchaining…

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The Lonely Heart

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Like an abandoned cactus in the desert,
That stands alone, guarded and hostile,
In constant struggle fazing all hurt feelings,
Though confined with an instinctive sense of things

The dark clouds seem to represent,
The reflection, a mirror of the dark soul,
The rhythm flowing harshly in constant quest,
Of a touch, a smile, a cold comfort,

The lonely heart reproaches from its trance,
Of the pleasant possibility of salvage,
From a world of solitude almost suffocating,
Of utter despair and bleak sadness

The lonely heart comforts all the senses,
It perishes all forlorn thoughts,
That just maybe in the tropical paradise,
Rests a safe assumption of a possibility of repair,
To the connection severely damaged.

Colors of Love

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It is the chase of all childish dreams,
It is endowed with the most delicious perfume,
Forbidden it may but strangely compelling,
It is the instantaneous choice between two evils,

It is the blind leading passion to a dark world,
Churning so heavy like a ship in a storm,
The battle so intense it becomes a duty,
Waiting to be cooled by a single touch

It lives in the secret place no one knows,
It uses the rare moment of surprise,
Everybody is entitled to love and be loved
A single touch to the heart provokes distorted visage,

With caution eyes are looking, searching,
To find the missing words in the puzzle
The words that claim a reconnection,
That locks the pattern so indomitable,

It opens all the superficial denials,
All mazes of hypocrisy of the moment,
Creating a confused vagrant heart,
Who is happy to surrender to its allure!

Unrestricted nature

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The wildness explodes all humble experiences,
It is the absolute heaven on earth,
It is the eroding allure of all hubris,
Hubris that forces all delicate defenses into paralysis,
But among the feral wild I have found my place,

The expectant clouds smile with favor,
In my solitude I can feel all the recovery
My heart daring to gain a new clear vision,
Am not afraid to desire, anticipate and hope once more,
For a new beginning that the murky clouds represent,

I want to feel free and guided like the trees,
That happily surrenders to the gifts of the day,
To feel unrestricted in my transparent and silent quest,
Like the river that is forever in search,
Of all new endless possibilities that lies ahead

At last when I lock my eyes,
I wish to give myself to the peaceful winds,
That holds all the promises of a rest,
In a garden that heaves with a rainbow of flowers,
Like a leaf that had seen the fullness of the sun..

Leering Failure

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My imagination is all hope fulfilled,
It is my sensitive way out,
To an illicit rendezvous in the golden sky,
To feel inundated, guided and secure

From time to time it feels like a lifetime coming,
When I have to stick to the straight and narrow,
To get to the promises my mind’s eye presents,
Of all I need, dream and hope for,

When the world snubs me of all the things,
My imagination frets and doves with vengeance,
Rendering me to vulnerability and jostling me,
To a dark world decorated with screaming pain,

What if failure is just but an illusion?
Created and designed by my mind,
That it is a just a constant, unending battle,
That only freedom will agree to unchain,
From the maze of a clever imagination,

Failure has proven its obsolescence,
It seizes to exist in one steeled by the many things,
Things that made one harden and beam again,
That may force one forget but not quite,