Ablaze night, by the pearls white
Sickle moon, shinning silver in light
Thrift of the whistling wind
And tap of the hooves ringing loud
Rider of the sky
In whites of the cloud

Fiery vermilion on the fore head
Valiant like sun
Eyes like fire, tall stature with mountain strength 
His gallant armor with diamond harpe his only weapon 
Crown of his, unique of the clan
Heroic dazzle and rings of power in his hand 

 Shelter far away in the milky land 
In the galaxy of the stars 
With golden falls and silky sand
Red grasslands and purple hanging trees
Reverse in the times of the gigantic clock wheel 

Fire wings , of silk white
Flying open with the riding wind
To his hides,up away in the hills
Disappearing with the shade of light


Manisha

Open me up,
Spread my lips apart,
Stretch me wider from below,
So you may venture deeper into the unknown,
Deeper than you have ever gone before,
That's all you really want to do,
My mind is of no concern,
But my body appeases you,
You care not for who I am,
Or the value of what I am worth,
All you want to do is throw me in the dirt,
Rough housing,
Sweat cascading slowing down our sides,
Connecting further down below,
Reaching far past our thighs,
Switching positions,
Twisting and turning,
In various ways,
Changing paces as we continue our ***** ways,
Somehow you must have mistaken me as your *****,
Instructing me to stay,
Invading my space,
Forever in my face,
Think me *******?
Why else would you suddenly go mute,
Surprise written on your face,
By the clear rejection I have displayed,
As soon as I refuse your advances,
You take a step back,
Thought me to be easy?
Honey I know better than that.

1.You shall not confine beauty, that which is in the eye of the poet charged to show it to the world.

2.There is no poetry better than the other, although your words are different you all bear witness to the soul's confession.

3. You will write freely not to incite popularity but to give truth to this art.

4. You shall never use poetry as self vanity but for exploring the spirituality within each other.

5. You will not be confined to the repetition that you have used in poetry, poetry is an exploration of the self, therefore the words are too an evolution of discovery.

6. The words will be therapeutic and truthful to the self so that you can see the truth in the world to bring about the compassion within.

7. You will bleed your self onto paper and very word will be yours for everyone else, there is no poetry without others to read it.

8. The words shall be as a confession that does not inspire sorrowful outlooks, but it shall inspire into action those who knew no better than before your suffering.

9. Being true to yourself first and foremost is an absolute; if you lie to yourself then how can one be a true person, much less a true poet?

10. Each poem will be a gift to the world, but it will never be greater than your dream and will always be inferior to the most marvelous of dreams which is the art of poetry itself.

I. Realize that everything is temporary-including your happiness, including your sadness.

II. Sit down at a table for two and realize your heart is big enough to fill up both seats.

III. Cry out with the rain enough tears to fill an ocean and teach yourself how to swim.

IV. Scream their name into the wind until the wind itself decides to take it away.

V. Begin watching supernovas. Realize how beautiful something can be even when it has been dead for years.

VI. Look in the history books. Realize that even the best love stories all had to come to an end.

VII. Realize that surviving heartbreak is not as clean cut as a mathematical equation. It is a messy art.

I face my fear of the morning,
Because that's when you say goodbye.