Soar . - Yours, poetically

The moonlit scene fumbles for your wells of passion

You, city of arts, motions, carnivals and cultures

Where the millions of eyes with peregrine curiosity

Don’t feel for the blueprint, rather live the pixels of your images.

In this amphitheatre of directors, visitors and actors

During the intermission, your lens may capture just one sparkle

Two eyes close-up, one love up-close, from the path of fate into your cityscape

Meant to portray a time-lapse glow, which will perpetuate

Your seed, your universe.

You see them pass by, sojourners of your life

Some stop to dazzle your train, fogging the horizon of its trails,

Others share with you their path to construe visions alike

Yet just a few will reflect the glimmer of your eyes.

Despite human reasoning to expect so that you can give

You keep yourself naïve and share without prerequisites

One smile of solace, two for care, three: for the deepest feeling

You lose too much so that you win towards the dawn of dreams.

But here it comes, as if from an outdated track, the one changing all sounds

Replete with déjà vu and tempting mysteries alike

You dance away , eyes closed on an open soul, grasping it to the core

You strum and drum with all you hold the purpose of its melodies.

Yet, was it him reflecting you, or rather you reflecting him?

When your heart speaks its sways to him, is that a weakness or a virtue?

On the new track, you blithely steer an ad-hominem reasoning

You live one smile alone, amid the same collage of love, weaving destinies.

One day

I took a road narrow and long,

with cracking beams of wood hurting my feet, tiring out patient horizons

aiming for old and new in the same truth;

it searched for you and couldn’t shape you

until long time had walked by my side

for me to realize

that I was never alone

and you were with me after and before,

giving me strength with your glow,

carrying my burden secretly

everytime I found serenity,

leaving with me a precious gift to wear for eternity –

your memory.

There he goes, wild and kind

Running free on open fields

His own passion to grasp

To the end of significances and back

At confines to stand out

Eyes to bewilder, feelings to wake up

In pain or broad grins

Like a squire of love, flaunting a blade of two sides.

There is something exotic to foresee

Maybe in the stout figure with black eyes

Surely in the contagious freedom out of a continent’s mark

In the life of a Pi, with no rules but the sky.

I wonder if you fancied your stars

In times of hated deserts with wolves to dance around

And if, among your prances, you saved for them true kisses

Like cinema paradise.

For I was afraid to ride

When I approached your mane of fire

And showed you innocence entangled in courage

With only the skill of confidence as knowledge;

You gaze at me out of your heartbeats’ stampede

Roaring like lions in fierce defeats

Hungry for more in your sweetest fights

You pause and whisper: “Love me, start now.”

Poetry is beautiful

A debonair flaneur veiling feelings

While mirroring them boldly –

Silent words coming to life, always differently

At the end of their meaning

Grasped by stranger eyes

Who label them with own experiences.

Poetry is music as a trope

Putting emotions in the notes

Forgotten by the stave in its theory

And then it fashions itself to acclaim distorted harmonies

Displaying a hot attire with elegance

Seen as unique for its tailored creativity

With paramount details without accessories.

Before such exquisiteness, wordy prances are not needed

Nor tunes of pastiche melodies

For one can find the definition of your being

And feel your spirit imprinted-

Words begetting passion within

Music pacing breathing

You are poetry. You are beautiful.

Somewhere, where space regains its trace

Where realities and fantasies intertwine

And whys turn into wows

There reigns an orchid in full bloom

At the windowsill of life.

She’s white and begets tender sprouts

Balming the air with flavours of a true kind

Like a loyal soldier in armour of trust

Keeping a love safe from the outer harm

With the seed of care germinated inside.

Her utmost view is a wooden bed of silence

Where her perfume wraps his shape in reverberating hues

Promising warmth to emanate

Whenever feelings are embraced

By meanings immersed in their plain eloquence.

And when the day falls for the night stars

The frail white turns into blush

For there, a girl pampers a boy in tears

To purify in values reality’s charred marks

To dry his eyes with her own sun.

Above fading vistas where clocks lose their flair

Time constantly rewinds its antiquated track

To a forwarded point of the same crystalline beliefs

Where an orchid rests her fantasies upon a silken bed

Giving her blossom’s breath to scent the universe.

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