Conclusion

Destiny of balloons
is unknown,
mere slaves
of our desires
much like our hearts
Both pop
from or by
a little prick,
It is all the same
Oxygen inside
is not more than
lung size
it evaporates
we suffocate
Life ends on its own
Dying wish not known
Last breath, in solitary confined
Bed, all alone

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Blue sky thinking

Where is heaven; in the sky
Hell is fire, and you fry
Love is a desire, a kiss lust
You should do, what you must

Oratory is sombre soft noise
Singing; rhythmic sound and voice
Promises are never ever kept
books are just fabrications apt

Homes, mere adorned caves
Memories, beautiful illusion waves
Mirages and delusions eyes see
Ignore senses, let mind roam free
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Return of the smile

Life balance needs restoration
Empathy, positivity welcome
Negativity needs to go away
Sadness, it is not your day
Happiness, pride, joy and gay
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Lessons

It is eight again
getting late again
tempting fate again
love and hate again

Time is quickly passing
as a matter of apparent fact
enough of this lethargy,
grow up, decide and act

expecting something quite different,
while repeating errors the same,
stop being in naivety lane
or pretending to be extremely lame

hard work, courage, determination
discover new meanings, ways
dishonesty, two faces run away
Good deeds will surely stay

Life being hard, get use to it
worrying will not take you far
enjoy these topsy turvy journeys
accomplish, before ashes in a jar
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Travel travails

Go fly, in the red sky
end of journey
someone is waiting
to give you flowers
happiness and powers
to change all what is
around us, thus
don’t wait, don’t be late
it is your calling, risk of falling
who cares, destiny dares
grab and go, never show
weakness in the hour of need
thousand minds to feed
inspiration, elation, relation
to love, life, and leaving
as whatever we see here
is fickle, dime and nickel
tease and tickle, compared
to what is waiting,
on the other side, so ride
cross red tide, burning sun
reach limits of the sky, fly

Canvas

Life canvas
You throw some colours
glitter and ribbons
make it sparkle
Happiness roams free
Soon after
you turn off the lights
Put it in storage
with all other garbage
Like a fake
Christmas tree!!

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In the tunnel again

After a long time
I entered that tunnel again
Memories are not very kind
Squishing you under their boots
Planted thousand trees without fruit
And my heart was the cheap loot
Was trampled on, crushed uncountable times
Till there was satisfaction, clock chimes
Thirteen and fifth quarter of the hour
Tears replaced water in the shower
Guards ready to fatally shoot from the tower
When I escape emotions prison
with million justifiable reasons
still considered life ending treason
I am forced to enter that tunnel again
And I cry uncontrollably on the first step
No one to console, just me and darkness
lack of colours, mind’s starkness
and ignoring, unobserving, faceless passerby
Unable to lie, to myself or any of you
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A NOMAD ON THE LOOSE

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