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tree

i sit infront of this tree,
this long thing that
stretches its branches,
its arms into the
heaven, sunlight,
seeking.
its leaves thrive on
god given nourishment.

i sit infront of this tree,
admiring it whilst
i should be doing my
essay. silly mainstream
education. but i want to admire
nature. the tree. that is natural
to me.
let it be.

fragile

'fragile' 'handle with care':

fragility was laid
on your birth-bed,
your blanket wrapped
you warm from the screams
and shrieks,
but you outgrew the
blanket's warm embrace,
laying open
those wide eye nights
awake
teary eyed.

fragility was your
imaginary friend,
a new day with a
broken beginning
again and again
cycle goes on,
teary eyed.

fragility was your puberty,
you grew hairs so fragile
and a chest of pain,
breaking your voice
into whisperings in the
night,
teary eyed.

fragility was your partner,
married; just fragility to take
from you, it marked
your days and nights
to come,
teary eyed.

'fragile' 'handle with care'

sunset

everything winds down into darkness,
vanishing away into the horizon.

the days worries set,
and stars shine the sky,
the moon,
the miracle moon that split in two,
serves as a reminder across the night sky.

welcome homes,
dinner tables,
laughs and giggles,
rest unwind.

prayers are whispered
breezes blow
hearts are softened
street lights glow

sunset. sunrise. sunset. sunrise
good night. good morning. good evening.

hindsight

'whenever we lose sight of God, it all goes wrong. we must trust in Him and embrace His will by being and achieving at every moment, every given second and grasping every opportunity. there is wisdom behind it all. and maybe one day, we will be at a spiritual station where we can understand; maybe not even understand, but just accept and be content. but for now, we have to wait for hindsight to provide answers that we seek. God knows best.'

bright blue sky

the moon leads me home some days,
sometimes venus comes along.

spring blooms in the face of
my mornings.

and sunshine through my
window.
thats what you are.

i write

i write to give you
a little of me;
a thought, a word
real and surreal
beyond real

i write moments
that would otherwise
slip through the sieve
of my memory

i write to virtualise
moments of this and that
and maybe moments
not yet real. or maybe
i just write
because i like to.

dream a dream

dream a sweet dream, my dear

a dream where love will heal

the wounds and memories

a dream where all that is

is just purity

pure goodness

and beauty

that spark

and ignite

the light within

and star your skies

a perfect dream

that bridges the distant

between wake and sleep

flavoured divine

dusted with glitter

a dream that flows

with ripples of gold

golden grace

a loyal dream

a tender dream

of words not spoken

a surreal silence

solace

a dream with a pulse that

empowers

a dream that evokes

the warmth within

like being barefoot

on sunkissed sand

and an oasis breeze

dream a poetic dream

i didnt write this but i like it!

One day I'll wake up in my sleep
That would be my date with a dream
The world will be my playground
The birds will be my friends
Time will never end

One day I'll wake up in my sleep
No television, no walls, no small talk
No sound but my jiggles and small footsteps
And a light breeze of wind rushing through my kite
Time will never end

One day I'll wake up in my sleep
That would be my date with a dream
After a while I'll get tired and sit to rest
I'll put my head to rest on the grass
And wake up to my sleep

One day I'll wake up in my sleep
And sleep until I wake up
After my date with a dream

peace of venus

i whispered a prayer to the heavens
in that open sky
where eyes were upon the stars,
as they imagined the patterns and
sought the constellations and
venus.

no distance laid
between the heartbeat of my prayer
and the seven skies of heaven;

i whispered it into the still darkness
and the green line.