A star died today I was a witness, It did end with an aplomb Sparkling in golden, Streaking along the dark sky With flecks of gold dust; And for a split of a second It felt, as if it owned, That whole damn space For that moment forever; As if it was not star-crossed Falling to its own death. Yes, it was grandeur indeed. They call it a shooting star Upon which wishes prosper; All your ardent dreams come true Do you know, if it's true? Witnessing it with my eyes own A star dying; should I atone? So I wonder Whether in awe and shock Should I wish for myself Upon the dying star Or mourn its loss As it breathed it's last.
In Chinese philosophy, yin and yang describe how seemingly opposite or contrary forces may actually be complementary, interconnected, and interdependent in the natural world, and how they may give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another.
Oh! Sliding in the winds and gliding on the slopes. Oh tiny Voyager, Oh living with many hopes.
Oh sweet carnival of white endeavours swirling about the heights So high! so high!
It is the tiny dandelion, It is the tiny dandelion . Bracing the winds over the sea and resting over the pea. Befriending the moon at night This tiny has great might. Soft as a cotton fresh and not rotten. Few miles later... Alas it's the human colony so devoid of beautiful fantasy. No meadows to swirl on and on no soil to rest upon. Oh mighty!it is grave but the tiny is quite brave. Its pressed under one's shoes Or thrown in the trash. all's added to the woes and treated too a brash... Alas!Oh might!Alas!Oh mighty
Now it is the black soot, the dandelion is no more white. It's dried , it has lost hope! An angel comes thy door, A girl who picks it up. It's now in her garden being watered day and night. The dandelion is once again bright and white.
Soon it is the springtime. The dandelion is full grown ready to send the smaller ones to a journey that it had. Oh the timid baby asks "mom is it safe,is it beautiful?". The mother let's it fly and says "may the creator give you too a rare good human that could plant you in his house" Bye dear bye! It's again... The white dandelion swirling through the sky........
I drew back the curtains and I watched with awe as daylight filtered through my past hanging thick in the air, like diamonds of dust in the warmth of today.
I was tired of prisons; and so I pried open every lock, unlocked every door, unwound every chain. For once, I refused to imprison myself in me.
I sat absolutely still, as my mind struggled to wander again Into forbidden places, screaming like a mad man. Perhaps the urge to relive memories was infinitesimally greater than the need To crawl back to bed and lose myself In the nothingness of a sombre sleep.
chaos is a beautiful thing, isn't it? Amidst memories Of all those i had, and didn't hold dearly; Of everyone i lost and couldn't find; Of every feeling that i could no longer feel, and every breathe i struggled to take I realised a familiar nostalgia;