Let love blossom in your heart
Set the intoxicating aroma free
Love, appeals to the deepest senses
Journey starts through sensual awakening
A realization of intricate facets of love
So many desired perceptions reflected
Eyes reflect the inner garden with blossoms
Paradise in waiting for the souls to roam
Every step takes further to a crescendo
Final awakening for the souls to real love

Contrary to popular ideas
There are many being ignored
For they do not conform
Many bound by the commonality
Others being left out
Forming their own world
Experimenting with their ideas
Trying to connect the dots
Creating an open world
For anyone who does not conform
Ideologies birthed from thinking
Away from the mundane
Maybe they are on their way
Treading on the deserted path
One day will confluence
To the door of eternal truth

Intense
Pretense
Lacerates
The
Truth
Always
Burdened
And
Threatened
Pretense
Wins
Handsome
And
Charming
Faces
Smeared
With
Deceit
Hearts
Bleed
Quietly
World
Sees
Red

There is always a way
Hidden from plain sight
So many crossroads
We have to tackle
Surrounded by structures
And then busy boulevards
Higher and higher
Ambitions kissing clouds
Vertical limits not set
One feels dizzy
Like a minnow
Pushed around
Sprain in the neck
New phobias
And health scares
Spine gives way
To modern marvels
Can’t bear the load
Anymore

Blue canvas
Smudged with
Patterned clouds
Streaks of light
Kisses the edges
Golden hues
Seen through
Swaying trees
Nature’s brush
Still at work
Perfecting the artwork
Evokes the beauty
Enduring masterpiece
Flights of fancy
Fly towards beauty
Millions of spectators
Stupefied by brilliance

The unspoken holds the secret
Of the entire concealed world
Misquoted so often with words
So many feelings yet to be felt
Often veiled with fabrications
Leave the feelings unsaid
As silence will echo the truth

Interior world seems distant
As we focus far ahead into oblivion
We lose custody of the key
To open the deepest secrets
World of fabrications dazzles
Eyes blinded by the flashes of lights
Move away from the inner world
Finally, we feel ourselves, orphaned