We should know two arts
There will be no broken hearts
All the things happening
Each has two results
One makes us feel easy
Another takes to uneasy
Easy makes us lazy
Uneasy takes to learnings
Every problem has a solution
We need only a resolution
Resolution makes us strong
It never takes to ruin
Every person in the world
has his destiny unique
And each one is alone
with destiny not known
Why to hate to sad
Why to stick to happy
We are here to maintain
pace with nature routine
If we keep moving
There is nothing like broken heart
And in the each step of life
We will be more smart &
will be having a formidable art.

The day on a high
reaches the peak
over the pyramid.
Shrouded in twilight
now tucked in light
pushes the envelope.
The whole panache of stars
came out in the pitch dark.
The North Star is on the way
oh do me a favour
I will tell you why.

Veil the angle of dawn
in the black shades of the night.
There are dark caves
even inside the pyramid
scientists, trained eyes
yet to tread on that way.

Put on it only an instance of your kohl
the daylight is already a burnt mole.
Light in the wrap in the night
your muslin veiled silken moonlight
is enough to find the tuberose’s earth.

If the tucked away sun crops up
once again over the morning’s rose petals.
Again it will dive deep into the angle
after an angle in the black hole of the night.
A far cry from the glowing firefly
eyeing blindfolded behind the moon
perfectly beyond every looking star.
Until the master arts in silk black finds the true pencil
not in visualising but catching the views of the sunrise
through the lens of the rose pollens’ kohl-eyes.

in our heads, communism arises
like woven threads it suffices
does a cloth which is woven
survive the adversity of vices ?
envision utopia
compassion without humility
truth without wisdom
peace without sacrifice
but are such notions viable in guises
is catastrophe a melody or a malady
do we now laugh at the melancholic portraits
are we still in the influence of Socrates
have we not yet learned from the past century
are we really aiming to end up in a penitentiary
in these question threads may we abandon ideology
and reframe our ontology, bit by bit
thread by thread

I've fallen so far,
lost myself on the way down.

I flew for a moment before
crashing colliding with my
broken heart.

My pieces shattered so easily,
I couldn't find the strength
to put them back together again.

I stayed on the ground for
awhile, the mud and salt
steeped into my lungs, choking
my breath until nothing was left.

Nothing but tears.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton