Our Unfailing Guardians

mother earth following the circles

arms wrapped around her children

singing lullaby soothing

putting them to sleep, to the land of dreams

father sun performing his role

waking up the children, giving them glow

inspiring them with resilience abundant

insisting to recollect dreams from the past night

making them true, setting them right

mother earth – father sun

our unfailing guardians

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Go ahead.. Dream

go ahead, fly with your wings of imagination

would you please today, smile for no reason

be a super soul, save lives around the world

must you fight the fire, like you are the fire yourself

dive in the ocean, dare to swim along with the whales

swing with the waves, like you are the waves of high tide

be bold my dear, take a shower under the waterfall

let the white water absorb all the filth to cleanse your soul

would you sing a song my dear, even if there is no music

just search inside a little and be the music yourself

pick a quill today, make it dive into the pot of colorful ink

let your thoughts imprint, make that paper worthy 

today, must you forget the sins of the silly

be wise enough to forgive, like you’re forgiving a little child

today, be the one, you’ve always aspired to become

inject a little power to your soul, to your running blood

go ahead my dearest

dream today with your eyes open wide

just dream of the impossible

let your dream become your sight, your reality

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Originally posted on the Strix

The tunnel of hope

thick dark on the inside of the tunnel

encouraging the darkness to grow even darker

providing shelter to the ghosts 

raising rodents and bats

the wetness on the sides and head above

dripping dark water cold like ice

giving shivers to me to walk inside

I had no choice, but to cross its length

my life was waiting on the other end

my feet were cold, my body was numb

took enormous courage to take my steps

seemed to me it was a journey eternal

I wished I hadn’t started it at all

I cursed myself, cursed my fate

pushing myself took a lot of effort

and then to my wonderment 

my ordeal started to fade & hope prevailed

hazy light my eyes were seeing on the far end

my heart raced with joy and excitement

suddenly, I felt so closer to my destination

the tunnel was uncompromising, yet it gave me hope

it was pessimistic, yet it gave me courage

how it propelled me to win over its sins

determined me to travel through it to win

I stood outside in the shining sun

my life was ahead, waiting for my embrace

my heart compelled to look back once

to see through the darkest dark of the tunnel

I waved my hand, bowed my head in gratitude

thanked the tunnel to show me HOPE

it taught me a lesson, never to stop

keep on going to cross a thousand tunnels

for many more were bound to come my way

as I would travel through the journey of my life

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A kiss on my Neck

he gifted me a necklace once

soothing pearls sewn in a golden thread

making love simultaneously

to the ones onto their right and to the left

as I wore it, the pearls hugged my neck

I felt a shiver of his love caressing me

must I admire his choice so rich

how gorgeous I looked wearing it

he came from the behind as I looked into the mirror

he pretended he wanted to touch the necklace

sure he was, I would catch him pretending

with no interest in the necklace that moment

he just wanted to place his lips on my neck

a secret, he told me then

the necklace was never too appealing to him

yet, he bought it without a second thought

for he wanted to steal a chance to come close to me

and kiss me on my neck

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when Music was Born

drums, beaten vigorously with the sticks

strings of guitar, mercilessly squeezed and pulled

saxophone saturated, overflowed with air in its lungs

keys of piano, wept the pressure of pianist’s fingers

harmonica, went almost out of breath

cymbal, going deaf with unstopping collision

accordion, blown up to the extent of explosion

synthesizer, mourned to keep up the pace

chimes, yearned for wind not to blow anymore

songster, with his closed eyes

went nearly blind for the depth of the song

I was there, I witnessed that moment

when MUSIC was born

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Painting on the Wall

painting on the wall

looks so to me

i am naive, not to understand

the state of mind of the man

holding the brush, surrounded by colors

does he belong to the city he painted

or he longs for it, for it’s zeal

is he jealous of the people living there

or he is one of them celebrating

flock of birds flying in the sky

are they for real or mere imagination

or the painter simply meaning

to prompt the admirer to go ahead

paint the painting yet again

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