Dreaming City
When the whole city goes to sleep
Dreams and hopes arise in the company
Of the cold darkness
When the whole city goes to sleep
Pure imaginations crawl out of their cage
To free the long imprisoned ego slave
When the whole city goes to sleep
Many desires become thirstier
Many rich souls change from rich to wealthier
When the whole city goes to sleep
Many ills are unleashed
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Epitome of love
Genuine passion
is like an adventure
in the form of expression
narrating the stories of a soul
held captive in the realm of tender emotions
falling in love is a risky truth
that secretely completes the soul
and opens the pores
of joy in the heart
delight of mine
intense passion
center of my attention
you have furnished my soul
with the colour of love
your voice echoes in the empty spaces
of my soul and thus filling my heart with bliss
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Infinity Beauty
I keep gazing relentlessly
At the infinity of your immaculate beauty
Through the windows of a past
That waits patiently
To be remembered
Infinite beauty you are
Too beautiful to be compared
With past present and future
Indeed, there is no descriptive value
There is not even one parable
To adorn your presence
There is no degree of imaginations
When it comes to your personification
You are like words waiting to be spoken and written
For future generations
Whose anticipation is simply the view
Of your smile!
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Rise To The Truth
rise to the truth
to whose truth indeed
a truth told or written
perhaps written by the sounds mother earth
first heard when there existed no other sound to resound
on brittle imaginations
for truth to exist
a lie was imagined then manifested
was truth ever so real
to clear the ever increasing potential lies
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Maybe Today
Maybe today
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe someday
Things shall be any different
Than they are today
Maybe today the moon shall smile
Maybe today the world will dance
To the music and rhythm of yesterday’s drums
Maybe today our visions will rise to its Zenith
Maybe today we shall walk on the wire of our purest imaginations
Maybe today is all we have to become the architects of our fate
Maybe today is the perfect time to make peace
Maybe today is the best day chosen to forgive and let go
Maybe today is the time to be better people than we were yesterday
Maybe today is the best day to say ”AM SORRY”
Maybe today is the day to climb the highest mountain of purpose.
Who knows what tomorrow has in store?
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Thirst Lips
To me her goodbye meant
I will see you again at a different place
At a different time
It meant goodbye to my heaven like journey
Expressed in ways only our steaming bodies
Can explain as our thirst lips lived happily
In the comfort of the sweetness of her love
It meant goodbye to unfulfilled promises
It meant postponed dreams
It meant lost desires
She was like a melody in my thoughts
She was like song danced with the feet of lovers
Played in the silence of voices
Echoing in a lovers heart
Paving the art of endearing affectionate expressions
In lips where truth smiles ageless wonders
Tingling a holocaust of emotions
That can only be forgotten at the kiss of death
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The source of my inspiration
Through the worlds beautiful verses
Through the marvelous enchantment
Of words that charge my heart with inspiration
Through the circumstances in which the truth is sought
Through life’s fleeting moments carved on written manuscripts
Through symbolic revelations
Through discerning signs and miracles
Through the hours spent to create a change
Through all the evidence given
Through the helplessness of my callings for atonement
Through the murmurings
Through my heritage
Through the realities
Through the vanities
Through the extent of my pleasurable imagination
Through the unforgettable rejections
Through the profit of my actions
Through the certainty of my expressions
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Paths of Time
I once walked down the paths of Time
trying to understand its intricacies
I questioned the veracities of the many miseries
I encountered on the streams of my faith
I heard voices that sang songs of hope to deaf ears
I wondered if it was a dream, and if it were why do I even feel it when I am Awake
Time cannot be bought nor sold in this world mired with embers of all scandals,
Like an illegal immigrant seeking refuge so is Time when it sneaks into our lives
Patiently waiting to embrace spirit of peace lurking on the shores of people's Imagination, Time torments my soul and thats why I keep on running away to a place
Where guns are toys that tickle a brighter smile,
To a place where truth has no reason to be exposed because reality and love is all there is,
To a place where jealousy does not exist not even as a remembrance
I keep on running relentlessly with eyes fixed on the prize
I am running away with my eyes closed but my vision isn't blurred
as my I leave this world behind the souls who tried to destroy it.
I am running and I keep on running as fast as I can to a place where i become my own mirror of perfection portrayed in wonders of imaginations arrayed with myriads of infinite possibilities.
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