Daybreak

Finally I’m here today

Flying high on feathers of hope

Refusing to remain tight like a bud

From the risk of budding under the scorching sun

I often hear laughter invited from beyond

The shame, the dark thoughts and spite

Do they intend to break my spirit?

And hide my teary eyes beneath a bowed head?

The small bird sings a tune without words

Perching in the stems of my soul

Reminding that whether still or not

The daybreak is astoundingly clear

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I want to live this moment

since I know it is fleeting

I am not absorbed in anything else.

 

This moment is not mine alone

it goes beyond everything perfect

and is more than my hustles and bustles.

 

All shades of emotions

cross my mind

they are varied and urgent.

 

But I am here now

with everything that I am

and everything that I will never be.

 

I cherish all my stories

of joy and pain

this life is truly worth living.

 

Whether I feel happy or sad

I know one thing that I desire

to be completely lost here now.

 

It begs me to question

What do I yearn for?

What makes me ache?

A Beautiful Day

Today I wanted to write a sad poem

but it is a beautiful day

the earth is festively colored

rich shades of purple, blue, red and pink

stretch endlessly on the earth’s surface

enthralling my eyes and thoughts.

 

A puff of fresh air easily flows

through the intensely colored petals

dancing to a rhythm only known to them.

 

Is it because it is winter?

Does it breathe a new life to everything?

Including me?

 

Cheering strands of light

a mare reflection of sun’s rays

push my questioning glances aside

glowing faintly and I long for more.

 

This tranquil vision cannot be destructed

by mist drifting from invisible depths

getting thicker and thicker like ground fog

settling mall clouds of dust.

 

True

I’d forgotten how love feels

my soul had been hidden and long forgotten

but dead parts of me have been awakened

this beautiful day has illuminated every part of me. .

Why I Write

I write because it is my enchantment

I don’t need to feign my competence

of matching and coupling words

to a celebrated new meaning.

 

Words render me relevant and imperative

away from styled record of blemished sadism

in a cold world that made me believe I was small

words seize me from all vanity.

 

My potential is at the verge of explosion

since few seem to hear the sound of my pen

dancing through invincible nights and transparent days

spelling a clear visage of who I am and should be.

 

Words save me from the litany of lies

of self-guilt and self-accusation

they make me ride in the waves of pure triumph

of a man entitled to own dreams and illusions.

 

I write about many moons and suns

and about the wonder of shooting stars

in world full of glorious possibilities

and one day they will write about this!

 

Like the Sun

She trusted explicitly

her rebellious act

against the angels

they had lied

again

 

She had escaped

to rescue her spirit

it will no longer be

ruled from the outside

 

She was a woman

full of quests and charm

her past was never a burden

because it lightened her soul

 

Like the sun

she was alone

but would never sell

her days for gold and promises

 

Let them think what they want

but she was in love with the soft breeze

she needed to listen to everything it carried

illuminating everything in her life like the sun

In the Dark Room

The empty room echoed

the hollowness of his heart

the world had shattered him

and everything in it felt dead

 

Now

he could not fly

his wings were clipped

he abhorred walking

the ecstasy of hatred

overshadowed the joy

of any kind of love

 

And though unwanted

he was unbidden

despite the long waits

on the long nights

that turned him into an owl

 

Upon a midnight dreary

a tapping stirred him

revealing the image of him

through his mind’s eye

he could see

feel

&

touch

his finest moments

What Happens Next?

What happens next?

That question

was surrounded by a currency of shadows

and rang a tabernacle of bells

he could neither think and answer

exhaustion was a silent companion

and it clouded his imagination

he did not know that he had arrived

where the stars, the moon and the grey sky

spelled eternity

was he going to open his eyes?

Or his heart?

I am Who I am

I am who I am

A rock beneath the waters

The prince of the black sea

Silent listener to the soft breeze

That carries old tales of light and dark

And of the secret darkened rose of Africa

Whose distilled succulent scent

Commands the world to shut up and listen

Her ever-alert thorns

Horn and hush the decay of red earth

Rousing dreams and fantasies

Of the quiet ones

The dreamers

And misfits

Who carry

Gentle

Hearts

Falling

Like a pregnant cloud

She was unable

To control

Her senses

&

Self-preservation

Her heart was falling

Hard

She was a fool

Caught

In a trance

Of love

That lie was

Beautiful

Blissful

&

Her downfall

One Twinkle

The sweetness

Of this moment

Is too distilled

Tempting me

To close

My eyes

And fly

Away

To meet

My

Dreams

&

Fantasies

But

One twinkle

Will force it

To go

Forever