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Shooting stars,
paint the skies gold,
sparkling in shimmering dusts,
as if the moon shed tears of diamond,
glowing in buoyancy,
The past is left behind,
as the new era takes reigns,
a perfect cycle of twelve moons,
as Janus sits on his throne,
winding time in perfect harmony,
Times flies, never stops,
carrying along the burden of the world,
whispering prayers,
of hopes and dreams,
of sorrows and woes,
of joys and hapinness,
floating free through time,
that keeps the world in one peace
Ensnared into a forbidden bargain,
To get me out of the damp cold maze,
When it is no longer bearable,
And the world has turned into an eclipse,
In the absence of sun and moon,
Trembling and shivering in fear,
Blood rushing fast, heart beats faster,
As I step into my blind side,
Ignoring warnings and conscience,
Right or wrong grows into a shade of blur,
Lost in a whimsical dream,
That weakens my senses and defenses,
Captivating moments of alluring desire,
To breathe and feel the love,
Engulfing me in a fire of wintry rage,
Intertwined in confusion,
Racing thoughts lie in wait,
Of love and betrayal,
Of passion and retaliation,
Of good and evil,
of dream and reality,
Staring at the twinkling stars,
a lady awaits in nervous,
her gaze is careless,
her gait is restless,
her heart ponders like a drumming bells,
anxious to meet her far away promise,
Staring at the golden moon above,
the lady awaits in haze,
her shadow copies her every move,
playing hide and seek under the moonlit,
stealing a chance to merge with night,
and fly high across the skies,
As the night darken deeper,
the nightingale perch on the cherry tree,
watching full of grief and woe,
as the cherry blossoms raining down in miasma,
covering her slender figure in sweet fragrance,
the smell of sweet love and heartache,
a piercing cry breaks the silence,
carried away in the gushing wind,
as a black shadow emerge in silhouette,
crashing down hard right on her feet,
a white cloth inserted on its beak,
some letter written in blood,
"Grieve not for me my love,
for I have lived full and content,
within your passion and care,
wait not for me my love,
for life has parted with me,
as I kissed your lips with mine"
Tears rolls down her eyes,
as she lifted the dead white dove,
and red blood drips from its wings,
and along with it, her heart dies,
when she rides away.
to a place she not know where
I remember the day we met,
On one brisk cool daylight,
As strangers who seek for solace,
From the woes and sorrows of our life,
Our fears were driven away,
As we shared our secrets for comfort,
While we gazed at the moon so perfect,
Rotating in its orb with her golden radiant,
Our friendship started to grow much more,
We thought the world were ours,
To build our own happily ever after sphere,
Where we shared our joyous laughter with ease,
And bear our unhappiness in stillness,
As long as we got each other,
The days flew by, we lost track of time,
Just when I thought all was well,
you began to pull me through hell,
With all the absurdities of our quest,
Taking a chance into a fate,
Trying to beat it with one quick wisp,
Until we shed our blood and tears,
Fighting over something we never win
Stranded alone,
among crowds of strangers,
that walk away and pass by me,
no one look and care but their own fare,
Stranded alone,
walking in confusion,
thinking of how I got here,
shivering with eerie thoughts,
Stranded alone,
staring at the crowds,
impatient to be out,
finding a way back home,
Stranded alone,
lost in bewilderment,
trying to make out a face familiar,
so i can be lead back home
Midnight bell has rung,
yet here i am still lie awake,
lost in millions questions,
that seem find no answer,
I open my window to let the breeze in,
to fill my lungs that stop to pump,
choking my breath till i gasp for air,
and hold my heart to make sure it still beats,
I look at the night,
so dark and full of mysteries,
just like the path i must cross,
to take me into the other side,
my tears tricke down my face,
as i stare into the empty space,
sadness pierce through my core,
and i fall down to my knees,
I lost in sobs,
trying to reach someone close,
to lay my head on his shoulders,
sharing my woes and worries,
Yet, here I am still in tears,
with nobody offering comfort,
to lend a shoulder to cry on,
and i am left alone.
Myriad of lights dust off the skies,
Glowing bright, twinkling in jest,
and the moon is gathering dust of halo,
where you stand in solitary,
As your fingers dance solemnly,
a music floats softly,
so beautiful and mystical,
captivating all hearts that listen,
as it touches the soul,
I stand here amazed,
feeling deep inside mesmerized,
closing my eyes and other senses,
to let your music takes me into flight,
as you sing your song,
the wind stops breathing,
the moon and stars bow in respect,
the river and the mountain cry in understanding,
it is the music of love,
it is the music of goodbye,
as you look into my eyes,
with your final ryhme
When I'm with you alone,
I dream on a strange shore,
where there is so much light,
like diamonds sparkle in the dark night,
And words fail to describe the beauty,
If you are there with me,
When I'm alone,
I dream on a strange valley,
Where the sun is not there,
like the skies are painted in grey,
and words fail to capture the agony,
If you are not with me.
Over the ridge of the ship,
I wave a goodbye,
sail off to far away countries,
across seas and oceans,
under sun and stars to guide my way,
finding the sun of my life,
Among seas of the dolphins,
upon the windless skies,
over the rainbowless rains,
Moon were calling to me,
The farther I go, the deeper i see,
the sun of my life is waiting for me,
Across my journey to a far off land,
I hear the beating of an ancient tune,
the songs of the sea nymps,
the crying of the seagulls,
Looking through the eyes of destiny,
to be with the sun of my life
Lying, lost in thought
Last night
Thinking too much at a time,
Trying to find a place called home,
Where there is comfort and love,
And nutrient of understanding and care is not a waste,
Then it comes right across my face,
The most searing painful of truthful fact,
That loneliness is not a home,
Nobody can make it alone,
Lying, and lost in thought,
Last night,
Thinking too much of a time,
Trying to figure out a way out,
To escape from the suffocating agony,
To find a place where I can breathe,
Then the truth keeps mocking at me,
A little vicious jibe,
That loneliness is not a home,
Nobody can make it alone,
Myriad of lights dust off the skies,
Glowing bright, twinkling in jest,
and the moon is gathering dust of halo,
where you stand in solitary,
As your fingers dance solemnly,
a music floats softly,
so beautiful and mystical,
captivating all hearts that listen,
as it touches the soul,
I stand here amazed,
feeling deep inside mesmerized,
closing my eyes and other senses,
to let your music takes me into flight,
as you sing your song,
the wind stops breathing,
the moon and stars bow in respect,
the river and the mountain cry in understanding,
it is the music of love,
it is the music of goodbye,
as you look into my eyes,
with your final ryhme
In words, I find solace,
to vent the emotions I feel inside,
of anger and frustration,
of love and passion,
of woes, and lament,
of joys and jest,
In words, I find comfort,
a private territory no one interupt,
to contemplate without intervention,
to meditate without confusion,
to love without fear,
to mourn without tear,
In words, I find peace,
a retreat for my solace,
to keep me away from insanity,
to hold me dear in sweet ecstacy,
to make me smile in my woes,
to make me laugh in my sorrows,
In words, I find serenity
an antidote for my fury,
when my whole world is shattered to pieces,
left me nothing but misery,
and tears run dry,
as I merge into the words,
It is my trusted friend,
my passion, my life,
that makes me somebody,
that makes me whole
Starry night, skies so bright,
under smoky haze of silvery gaze,
as the moon pearling the skies with her glittering robe,
stealing a sweet kiss of her beloved,
starry night, skies so bright,
lovers kiss in sweet embrace,
under moonlit, they vow of their love,
as promises written down in stars,
starry night, skies so bright,
shimmering in merry jest,
as romance floats in air,
lovers gaze with hope of love
Early winter breeze saluting the misty frost,
As the showering white rain kiss the earth,
Covering treetops with its gentle embrace,
Softly cascading down on the ground,
The skies are dark and grey in solitary,
In the absence of glowing stars,
In the slumber of the sunlight,
As life takes its winding rotating course
Flowers soon lose the colors,
Leaves turn yellow and gray,
Slowly die away in wintry weather,
Letting the first snow ease their woes,
Replacing green with pure whiteness,
Turning solid materials into glowing crystals,
That shines delicately when the sun steals a kiss,
That freezes any who dare to interrupt the icy joys,
Beautiful, yet formidable
Magnificent, yet silent
Majestic, yet merciless
Such as winter time
Mothers, the perfect creation of of the Divine,
The true brightest jewel ever existed in universe,
Molded from the vital force of life,
Of devotion and love,
The true essence of The Supreme,
Mothers, the benefactors of compassion,
In which they adorn the world with smile and sunshine,
When darkness overwhelm the light,
And hatred invade the heart,
They stand strong and tall as shelters,
Out of their wombs, come life
That they nurture with great care,
Instill the young innocence soul with love,
Protect and shield them from woes and pain,
Within their ocean of affection,
Within their hearts, resides kindness
To fill the days with rainbow lights,
of fairytales and sweet dream nights,
of kisses and hugs to wipe away tears,
of comfort and ease to cast away fears,
Beneath their tenderness, lay hidden hardness,
That gives them strength and courage,
To carry the weight of the world over their shoulders,
When the whole world turn their back in ignorance,
Even endure rejection from their own children,
Mothers, within your tears, you find solace,
Of endurance and patience,
A special privilege of the Holy Grace,
A gift you take pleasure in silence,
The only weakness of your nature,
Mothers, your love is pure and simple,
As beautiful as the sunlight,
Always giving, never taking
Always loving unconditionally and unwavering,
Never falter even in darkest days
Mothers, you are the perfect picture of love,
The most special creation of Divinity,
That keeps inspiring humanity,
Keeping the world in one piece,
As you are true the image of love and sacrifice.
Wiseman foretells a saga in the moonlight,
Under the gaze of curious stars above,
Under the stare of the skies so bright,
Where the night breeze drop for an eavesdrop shot,
To capture a tale that might stir the night,
Disrupting the quiet slumber of the Dark queen within her throne,
He sends tale of the land of spiteful vengeance,
Of place where endless falls,
In secrecy beyond mortal sight,
Fast rode the knight in the daunting day,
With men at arms close at his heel,
Charging with all might,
On his ferocious black stallion as his mount,
Lethal sword raised off its hilt,
Hungry for blood and flesh,
His amber eyes shot a fiery blaze,
A rage that had long been concealed in his core,
Waiting a moment to burst out from its cage,
A lust of vengeance had finally unleashed,
Burning within every fiber of his silvery armors,
Boiling in every specter of his essence,
The cup of revenge waited to satiate its thirst,
It was many years back when he was just a boy,
When constant dreams and joys visited his abode,
Lived happily with a humble family
Within a serene village nearby,
A territory under the Great Lord estate,
It was the days of peace and love,
A life in the absence of terror and hate,
A life so perfect
The folk songs saluted his ears,
As villagers merrily gathered in the feast,
For generous harvesting blessings of the Divine,
His fine-looking father led his lovely mother into a dance,
Her golden hair swayed delicately by the wind,
Her green eyes shone bright like emerald,
Glistening with pure affection and love,
Her voice was all sweet and gentle,
She was an angel ascended from paradise,
Together they sang in delight,
As their loving kisses merged in one,
And lifted him into their arms,
Out of the dark, came terrifying hooves beat,
The thundering clatter pierced through the night,
As savage cries broke the festivity,
Ricocheting throughout the dark valley,
Men clad in black bearing armors and steel blades,
Eyes so red like a pit of hell fire,
The smell of dead wafted off the atmosphere,
As each blade claimed souls of innocence,
As red blood flooded the skies,
Turning the garish night into lament and woes,
He was just a boy then,
Not yet corrupted by hate and violence,
Not yet able to defend his stand,
As his father shoved him under shrubs,
He watched the horror with naked eyes,
As the blade slashed and sliced,
Of women and men on their flee,
Of children and elders,
Of the golden fair hair now soaked in blood,
Of her serene face now contorted and deformed,
Of his beautiful figure cut off into pieces,
Gone all his innocence,
Snatched fiercely without mercy,
As the hell-bound massacre,
Carved deep within his soul,
Tears streamed down his enraged face,
As he lamented the deaths in anger,
And swore an oath of vengeance,
Hatred,
Vengeance,
Had opened the gate of hell,
Unleashed evil on the loose,
Burnt the heart and soul,
That was heavy with unspeakable woes,
Fast rode the knight in the daunting day,
His steel blade rang clear and loud,
With courage in heart but revenge in mind,
Along with his men at arms,
They roared down the mountainside,
With wrath and fury they cried in unison,
A tidal wave of rage wiped out the foes,
As he merged with evil in his seek of revenge,
Formidable and fearless in fight,
As he swing his sharp-witted sword back and forth,
That it cut cleanly through scores of bodies,
As fast as a lightning strike,
As the dark replaced the day,
He kept the slay at bay,
Merging with evil beyond retreat,
His beast had taken control of his virtues,
No mercy for all the foes,
Hunting them down like animals,
As the moon cried in blood,
Covering the grey skies with reddish hues,
And the stars turned their hearts into a lament,
Witnessing a history repeated itself,
And over the soul of the lost knight,
A restrained sob heard midair,
For a knight to look for its source,
His amber eyes turned bloody red,
Lust of vengeance replaced its former color,
He marched his way into the grasses,
To find the voice of the intruder,
With sword ready to strike,
A shrill cry broke the disorder,
As his raging eyes met the horrified eyes,
Glistening with tears in her silence,
Fears and dread masked her ashen white face,
As the sharp edge of the blade brushed off her neck,
She trembled and washed off in a sheer ache,
He dropped off his blade in disgust,
As his heart betrayed his hands,
His red eyes dropped into a soft lament,
A choking breath of long lost woes,
No sweet revenge,
No vengeance satiated,
As it consumed his heart and soul,
As he looked at the little girl,
He found nothing but agony,
In his pursue of revenge
