Enlightenment

Melody released
Senses exhale
Consuming sound
All around
Is this heaven?

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Hardwork

Will it pay, some day
my eyes will see justice
effort rewards, revolution starts
and poor will have their say

Voices

Stories I hear
far away and near
joys and fears
Foes and dears
of true belief
Branches, leaves
Wherever they fell
Epics they tell
Ingrained faiths
Unexpected deaths
Or expected ones
Fathers and sons
Defy the logic
Inexplicable magic
Odes tragic
Prolonged tales
Epic fails
Masts and sails
Roads and rails
Storms and hails
Cotton bales
Dirt and mud
Snow and flood
that rose bud
Marvellous stud
His run, a gale
fresh and stale
all stories are fine
Exquisite grape wine
they mature and excel
Trees do tell
when leaves pale
In rustling dales
whispers wonder
words asunder
King’s blunder
Loot and plunder
Conquerors tales
Trees do tell
stories, listen!

Summer, Autumn, Winter

dearest most wonderful
Spring is missing
beautiful sister, prodigal, elusive
mere sight of her bring wide smiles
mother nature grieves, stressed and riles
at her sudden albeit
expected disappearance
flowers have refused to grow
humanity hitting new low
too much CO2 in the air
everyone cries it’s unfair
accelerating departure of
decimated decapitated
guardian angel ozone layer
self destruction continues
who on earth really cares
unable to dodge
piercing Armageddon stares
And still blame Spring for
not visiting home,
when our protective dome
all but annihilated

Demanding nature

Why we need
an enemy for existence
and pain has to be felt
why life needs to be fulfilled
desires to be dreamt
why oceans had to be deep
Mountains towering, steep
Promises to keep
and faith needs a leap
Why walking is so important
before a mad mad run
a long night shadow
before seeing almighty sun
Why stars are very far,
lies required to soothe
Heaven difficult to see
lust for abandoned fruit
why limit ends at sky
it pays to be coy
and men unnecessarily cry
Why gods are never seen
good hearts always clean
guilty pleasures so serene,
Why stories are scattered
humanity in tatters
and these words do not matter

One is enough

honey dripping pen
kissing lipstick stain
a beautiful mind inspires
a poor poet’s brain
too many thoughts to follow
all we need is one
glowing, sparkling, enriching
brighter than mighty sun
once that thought is known
drape with passion, affection
present to the divine
pathway to redemption

Frozen

Cold hands, frozen feet
Red scarf, snowy street
hugged and kissed
said good byes
Wide smiling faces
heart cries and cries
Will last till eternity
those blatant lies
Moments, hours,
days and years
Inside soft arms
time runs, time flies
Emptiness in fate
for uncountable eras
this waiting room
and pensive I