The chimney sweep sits on the rooftop of the city moonless night. Stars by the millions gaze like magnificent gatherings in the universe, through luminescent eyes, with infinite shades of white, in full display, just for him.
The gentle breeze tussles freely, those shiny curls of mine. The vast ocean reflects a magnificent canvas drawing to eternity, those incandescent eyes that I belong to, now and forever.
The boy leans forward with his hands on the soil, his legs bent, his feet off the ground except for his tippy-toes. He is ready to bolt like a sprinter. But his head tells a different story. With his neck overextended, tilted to one side, he gazes in the distance. Is it an intense stare?
Today my heart looked for you, and I sighted in joy and relief, as one more time, when I need it, my dream of you, was still there.
Once upon a time, There was this strong group of few, They came from faraway lands, They had Wills of Steel, Their Flag was engraved on their Spirits, Their Country was sculpted on their Souls, And their loved ones carved on their Hearts.
Today I woke up staring at a choice, feeling inspired, I recalled how difficult it has been to arrive at such crossroads.
Way, way up there Where one can almost touch the sky, well beyond the horizon, there is an endless rainbow, filled with extraordinary colors, so bright and shiny, that they are a feast to the eye beyond wonder.
At the very deep ends of my heart, In a place where emotions are raw, Where feelings are unedited, At Love’s nest and launching pad, And where passions reign free, With indomitable force, Lies this unwavering, unflickering Tiny, little flame that simply,
When you hear the whispers of sorrow, counter them with dreams of tomorrow. When you feel the trappings of failure, fight them with the thrills & excitement of being alive. When you feel emptiness & solitude, dissolve them with your heart and faith.
Today, I awoke on the surface of Mars, surrounded by a landscape of intense shades of red and rusty dust. I am engulfed by rocks and sand that soon transform into monotony that appears as spiritless as butterscotch caramel.