Love

Feeling elated to heaven,

Dancing onto her heart,

Feeling her heart crumble into my hands,

Flattered by my charm,                       

Invigorating her senses,

Reinventing chutzpah,

To her soberness.

And inventing direction,

To my wilderness.

 She’s now strapped on to the tunes of my heart,

For she’s found love and I’ve found life.

Life that I felt leaving,

And Love that she’s been searching.

Our eyes meet,

And the search ends,

With our hearts rejoicing in unison.

Fortunate are the souls that could love,

For love is a saviour,

A saviour of Mankind.

For it instils hope,

In life from which one would want to elope.

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Dedicated to War and Peace S01 E03 – As Prince Bolkonsky comes into the sight of Natasha Rostova

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Reverential dreams

Dreams that follow materiality,
Eyes that long for a glance at a celebrity, Celebrities that long for a commoners life,
Gods wishing for mortality,
Humans wishing for immortality.
A scientist longing to dance,
A dancer longing for the intellect of the former.
An intellectuals sense of humour,
A humorist's analogy of intellectuality.
A comic who desires to be taken seriously,
The serious waiting to smile.
An actors take on reality,
A commoners dream of celluloid.
A bed of roses for a hard-worker,
Herculean effort for a lotus eater.
A holiday for a student,
Desire to read for an illiterate.
Paucity of time in dying moments,
Abundance of time spent in lassitude.
The thinking that makes one contrast and suffer in thoughts, compare and toil, not realising that the other side of the coin that you have not, is what is the life bestowed upon you, orchestrated by the creator to balance the desires, while the haves and the have nots in thought come together in this melancholy of life.

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The FireCracker

With only a match stick, it's you I pick,
Or with a candle, it's you I handle,
You light my vision,
And it's glory I envision.
Deceptive are your sparks,
You neither spread nor last,
You disappear in a blink of my eye,
You light me up momentously &
Shroud me in a cloud of smoke.
You never tried to enlighten,
You just sizzled in all your glory,
Then you fizzled without anyone to carry.
While you end you smoke and then I choke.
Are you any good? I wonder,
But you are momentous wonder.
People light you, blinded by faith,
For you blind them blighted by your nature.
Momentous is your joy to the eye,
Perilous is your sorrow to nature.
Your life is short,
Being the one everyone is willing to part.
Oh dear cracker, go tell your packer,
that you last for a second, with none to second!
All for a spark to lighten the dark,
Gone in a second,
with none to second.

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