One Soul is Lost

The sky mourns in quiete solitude,
shrouded in dark grey hue,
the sun vehemently refuse to shine,
the wind sings a melody of woe,
and the air cries tears of grief in eerie,
when a fallen angel screams in piercing agony,
of his lost paradise and virtue...


The wave subsides and the wave rises,
The flower withers and the flower blossoms,
The sun shines and the sun sets,
the spring ends, the summer reigns,
There is no end to the cycle of life,
as virtues and vices,
as angels and demons,



Nothing stays immortal and nothing stays fleeting,
yet, when an angel falls in disgrace,
the nature weeps in thunderous roars,
the universe laments in shattering anguish,
for each virtue killed, one soul is lost

Tsunami

How one be able escaping from fate,
When the earth starts to shake in rage,
Volcanoes roar in fury,
As beds of gorges under ocean collide,
Sending formidable force of surging water,
When the ocean strikes in anger,
Annihilating any that stands her way


O, behold now
The horrors of her terrors,
Cities flattened and ruined,
Villages wiped out without a trace,
Pride of men crumbling down in rubble,
Cries and woes piercing the blackest days,
As tears dry away,
Unable to release sorrows,


O, behold
How vulnerable the race of men,
Within God's ruling court

NIGHTINGALE SONG

Golden moon in cloudless skies,

stars form a patch of silver halo,

the nightingale sings most beautiful lyrics,

of undying love, and woes of a broken heart,

Magnificent, the splendor of the night,

yet, there is no sound of laughter or happiness,

as the gushing wind fans with eerie glides,

taking with her the somber, melancholy moods,

of unfufilling yearning,

The nightingale keeps on singing,

promises and vows to his beloved afar,

with tears streaming down from his heart,

covering his soul in glistening gems,

shinning bright, outshines the moonlit,

As dawn slowly breaks,

he laments with piercing sadness,

as his tears run dry, he flies to the his beloved,

with his last breath, he makes his final plea,

begging her to stay while,

And with tears in her eyes,

she kisses him goodbye,

as the dawn has stealed the night away,

and the moonlit has gone too soon,

till she reunites with her nightingale

The sea is deep, the moon is high,

the night laments in silent grace,

when the nightingale sings in whimsical melody,

many more words left unsaid,

as there are many more tests of love

A Lone Warrior

A lone eagle soaring high in northern skies,

grey clouds encircling the horizon in pale hues,

the smell of peril and death thick in the gloomy air,

as he takes flight in his solitary splendor,

ready to embrace his final fate,

Beyond the clouds, deep sets of raven eyes,

revealing instict to destroy his foes,

a leathal vengeange in his fierce bearing,

as he takes command of his armies,

charging at his eternal adversary,

Two armies collide, war cries piercing the silent skies,

as deafening thunderbolt strikes in fury,

and the heavily drops of rain glides in fiery rage,

the lone eagle met the heron cries,

on a battle of no victory,

A Perfect Picture

One sweet spring morning,

Under the glare of the sunlight,

That kissed the earth with his warm rays,

I wandered lonely as a cloud,

Feeling the moist under my bare feet,

As I grazed my feet on the green grasses,

Over the hills and valleys,

Misty white clouds floated free,

Along with the morning breeze,

As I spread my wings in total surrender,

Of what lied ahead of my naked eyes,

Crowds of colorful petals fluttered and danced,

red and golden wild roses spreading in the beds of nature,

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

under the shadow of the hillsides,

looming over the precious treasure,

that stretched in a never ending line,

as their sweet fragrance washed me over,

Beautiful and elegant as they kept on fluttering

Tossing their heads in lively dance,

As if playing hide and seek with towering sunray,

Like thousands of star in the Milky Way,

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

As the bliss of solitude met this breathtaking sight,

A perfect picture of natural beauty,

as they out-did the sparkling leaves in glee,

And I stood in total surrender,

be in awe of the majestic splendor,

a peaceful bliss a soul sought over,

as I danced with the splendid roses,

lost in thought,

feeling nothing but gay

At A Crossroad

Misty fog hung midair,

gently floating in solemn gait,

cold wind brushing passed the silent night,

and the stars twinkled in jest,

as the moon revealed her pale beauty,

like an incadescent roses,

and i stared admiring,

As life took flight,

never looked back in ponder,

following the path of fate,

as i stood in the middle of this crosscroad,

under the gaze of the palet moonlit,

to decide which way to take

Cosmic Love

Full moon beams in her golden orb,

stars twinkling in constellation forming stairway to heaven,

and the skies are full of radiant glow.

as misty haze glides in sweet flow,

embracing the universe in peace and solitude,

I close my eyes and inhale the scent,

taking refuge into the solitary echanment,

as the music of the night gently floats by,

taking my soul into magical realm,

of fantasia world of wonders,

A gentle caress by the breeze,

slowly taking me back from my trance,

as I behold my angel there,

tender and sweet as a spring lotus,

when the wings takes flight with me in warm embrace,

Across the land of fantasia,

over gardens of beauties,

through crimson skies and blue heavens,

where magical wonders roam free,

I merge into the cosmic in full surrender,

of pure love

My Shangri La

I dream of a mystical place,

earthly paradise I desire deeply,

a peaceful harmonious valley,

protected by fortress walls of

snow capped mounts and forests dense,

where solace and tranquility reside,

sheltering the soul from snares of evils,

when darkness merge into starless nights,

I dream of a mystical place,

a refuge for dying hearts,

a healing sanctuary for broken souls,

where love exists pure and simple,

as the sun cradles the earth in his glorious rays,

and the moon cuddles the world in her brilliant kiss,

I dream of a mystical place,

a shelter for the troubled minds,

as the music of nature gently floats,

taking the souls to see beyond the sight,

where fairies and elves wander free among the tree forest,

unicorns and dragons fly away across the skies,

and the cascading waterfalls bring music into the sphere,

I dream of a mystical place,

where I walk upon with no fears,

as I dive my bare feet into the fresh summer springs,

and inhale the scent of the perfumed wild flowers around,

when colorful magnificent butterflies soar in jest,

and I gaze the beauties in awe,

This is my sanctuary,

this is my solace,

this is my Shangri La