they told me

they told me to hold on, with all the strength that I have
but my strength nowadays, is something I don’t have

they told me to move on, and to make room in my heart
but if I move stuff around, it would fall apart

they told me to have patience, for a better day will come
but every day is the same, mundane and numb

allow me this time
I say to them
allow me to heal
and find some zen
a prophecy at play
I hold no power
there will come a day
when words and love are louder

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grazi

I cannot say that you left my soul unscathed, rather that you set it alight but you could not kill me. In fact, you were the master of my rebirth and I send my gratitude.

solemn serenity

I am smiling at myself today
There’s no wish left in this heart
Or perhaps there is no heart left
Free from all desire
I sit quietly like Earth
My silent cry echoes like thunder
Throughout the universe
I am not worried about it
I know it will be heard by no one
Except me.

~ Rumi

 the seasons rebalance and we sit quietly

who knew that the devil could be silenced?

superpower

stop waiting for your knight in shining armour. in this life, you’ve got to be your own fucking army

those words echo
making me lifeless or so
lashes so seamless
the almighty my witness

sleep well in your splendour
the future is not mine to write

my symphony

sitting on a starlit hill
I hear noise behind me
but I cannot listen

the city lights ahead have me in a stupor

h.r.m

the other sun

and then I saw his face
the freckles encrusted upon his crooked nose
the hues of autumn in his hollow eyes
the thin rosy lips tattooed with a mark
the sullen cheeks and a jaw too strong
and hair in a tidy mess
as life got him wrong
so I fell into his emptiness
with no intention to leave
and woke five springs later
without a care to please

talk

and the psithurism is hellish
doubt and denial strong
how can we fight what is above us?
the gales break through the eternal grasp
make it the yester
as you walk around bewildered
keep looking, observe
the crisp dew of the calm after the storm, enchanting
but as the sun’s rays bounce off the destruction
you will see
everything has changed

midnight momentum

oh I struggle
your face haunts me
as do your words
then I wonder
what if,
I had said no?

falsehood

I wrote about you before, and I write about you now, like I will write about you always, kind yoke of ours.
and here we pine for more, as humans we are, wanting what is beyond, dissatisfied with what we may reach. yet I pray for you now, as I did before, like I will ways, beautiful soul of his. should I leave you no doubt, for the rays did part, but the moon and the sun did stay beyond dark. how to stay or depart is knowledge beyond eternity, and your hell frowns at your whispered pleas. smile and cry, feel the possession, angelic paramour, I hold your hand in welkin. to refute my return to those shackles, I may breathe the mendacities of mankind.

all we could be

came into my life
like falling was easy
and it all subsided
as you sat in your throne
the worship began
and I knew no more

so blindly I followed
trust is a word
that means more than loving
and I gave nothing but it all

the world isn’t ready, nor are we steady, for all we could be
is a city of cherubs
swelling of our ecstasy

as you held out your hand
I took it but lightly
knowing you’re with me
walking just with me
blessed of all strangers
strangers be angels

and the cosmos I knew
listened intently
knew that you’re with me
banishing all envious truth

the world isn’t ready, nor are we steady, for all we could be
is a city of cherubs
swelling of our ecstasy

then the door of doom opened
the dreams of God spoke and
I saw all colours of true
leaving the city of angels
I stand right before you
in this purgatory

I question the dreams of
voices of heaven
where do I set up camp

the world isn’t steady, nor are we ready, for all we could be
in a city of semas
spin for an epiphany

vernal season

tell them all we’re happy
through our clean misfortune
the innocence of brilliance and intentions of youth
we wondered through our forests of treason
finding none but plenty
rejoicing from one cup, stumbling through his gales
the oceans toyed with minds, such humour of dismay
it was a pleasurable road, unknowingly the yokefellow prepared
gratitude I send, for the spine you gave
inconsequential ones, behold your fire, your dreams haven’t spoken to you yet
patrician, valediction it may be, know the heavens are scheming

such branches defunct, procrastinating till spring.

you ask

they ask my words when my face is an open book, should I read the words or paraphrase?
through every state of consciousness, the almighty reassures
through this state of consciousness, I see the trees and the skies
the grounding of our souls and our flight of freedom
a painting can never be replicated in entirety
so
who are you to defy the painter of the skies?

still looking

from dawn I sit and watch hopefully
seeing all the pieces of the rainbow come and fade
a single star amongst a galaxy
you, chose me to shine to
and it is you I see
nested ones hunt for their own
young and old run to their travels
rush hour goes as quickly as it comes
chimneys spout the beauty of smoke
dew settles itself peacefully
travellers pass me by searing my sky
evergreen is forever green whereas others naked
you, ball of fire, thank you for your presence
stay with us always
I see it all, but can’t see you

understood

in joyous momentum the rays are blinding and through such the highest ecstasy is possessive. though what cannot be seen is venomous and is created from the gaps of understanding. imagine this ecstasy as a window and ill treatment as bricks, each encounter brings forth a brick reducing love’s rays thus limiting foresight and hope. similarly, imagine a pompous bank account, if you continuously take and consume but do not comprehend that one day you will be short when you do not replace what is spent – what remains? such may be seen in relationships. step out of your narrow tunnel and understand – when you are chipping at something’s core, do not expect it to be strong.

yearn

you look at me, and I see beyond
beyond your bright eyed poker face
beyond your perfect glare
but rather your yearning
for acceptance
for light
and for warmth

standing in silence
I offer my hand
as a fellow truth seeker
to fill your gaps
with molten love

maverick gentleman

it is now, it surely is, when the poetic justifications are solely applicable to you
and everything is as it should be
you are reading what is pre-written for you
and you are seeing what is pre-determined for you
what can you deem an accident when such intricacy was used to thread the seams
of this very path
golden seams, encrusted with the mightiest precious stones that look like pebbles
if you see it in all its glory, you can revel to its music
and that music, was pre-composed for you

you cannot leave this prophecy, you cannot surrender it
for you have capitulated yourself to this soul, this being
in the hope for a kind of reciprocal nature, and hope dies last
so there are prayers, for some awakening of the mate to comprehend this
and comprehend he will, I say, for hope dies last

why enunciate those stanzas if your exertion is partial
we can wait, and pray for snow in our desert
for hope is all we have

a time in life

it is now, it surely is, when the poetic justifications are solely applicable to you
and everything is as it should be
you are reading what is pre-written for you
and you are seeing what is pre-determined for you
what can you deem an accident when such intricacy was used to thread the seams
of this very path
golden seams, encrusted with the mightiest precious stones that look like pebbles
if you see it in all its glory, you can revel to its music
and that music, was pre-composed for you

you cannot leave this prophecy, you cannot surrender it
for you have capitulated yourself to this soul, this being
in the hope for a kind of reciprocal nature, and hope dies last
so there are prayers, for some awakening of the mate to comprehend this
and comprehend he will, I say, for hope dies last

why enunciate those stanzas if your exertion is partial
we can wait, and pray for snow in our desert
for hope is all we have

ordinary

and those who pray for ease
are blessed with difficulty
to bring forth a lesson of endurance
one that creates ease

prayer gives you what you need
and then what you desire
if it is destined

who are you to intervene?

love may know no bounds
but power does
even the heartiest are pushed to their knees
an epiphany is yet a mere reminder

graceful gratitude

blue perfection

though you are unknown to me, I know all about you
an entity of wholeness, a world to be created
just waiting to become, the very epitome of ours
awaiting the proximity of the mate
this time is for us
we have it all, it is laid out for us
readiness is not what we determine, nor what we can assure
that is not within our hold
but what is, is the weight that regards the prep
and the prep is right, it is always right
the journey so far is one to equip with the necessities
necessities of life
of experiences to learn gratitude
gratitude for your existence
for your company
for your very soul
for no other could ever be
what you are
and never will be
and for that, my hand is empty
and I wait
for when this blessed moment is due

forbearing

as our lives are the pivots of our beings, there comes a day when the flow is redirected entirely; this does not station, merely reinforces another flux

to hold back is to abstain, from the mildest focuses of our daily endeavours
it is these very endeavours that blind us of our worldly privileges
a connection is established and a road becomes apparent
a road that you may have longed for, but never seemed to pass
once you are on this road, you search further, and your soul within yourself
it was there all along, but you were not

how to refrain from your once perceived longing is not an effort,
a mere joy and quite the contrary of what it should be
should you know when to fly, or tie your empty promise
though you do know what to do, you cannot
hold it dear, and send it to above for only the Glorious can guide
await your sealed sign, the Almighty has a plan for you yet