A fairy sung a song
beauty of those words
rivers start to flow
flowers start to grow
universe slowed
Just to hear that melody
a passerby, a denizen
a poor kingdom’s citizen
Identifying with flags
Queen given rags
colours of your clan
coat of arms drawn
underneath, same bones, flesh
Ignore civilisation clash
Adopt sapiens race
Let go colour of the face
and live!
Heart cue hitting rounded thoughts
Mind’s canvas spreading randomly
Patterns hazy, frenzied pace
Thoughts competing, wild race
Finding searching pockets of soul
Consuming themselves whole
Till another game of desires commences
pinching my heart
never looking back
how cruel of you
hot in yellow
mind mellows
life’s most wonderful
yellow fever
pulling lever
of soul, heart
melts, falls apart
sweet cries of pain
pleasure insane
and me
Urges may last
a rainy steamy night
Sensations perhaps
a day of passion
Your written words,
flowing gems of Eden,
will last till eternity
when hell will be ordained
as my destiny
for my undeniable sins
your pure heart’s call,
your undying desire
to come to this journey
of unending words
will grant me salvation
on day of resurrection
I will always be indebted to you
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
