Some people are
             In
Inferiority complex
Some having superiority
         Complex
But where is the
complex free personality ?

It takes a great deal of courage
To wake up every morning
And put a smile on your face
Even when the only thing
You feel like doing
Is going up to the 36th floor
And letting yourself fly

She was nature, beautiful
But deadly, her cheeks as
Scornful as a rose, the smile hid
The thorns underneath.

Her presence though unseen,
Could be felt, like the sun's warm
Breath on bare winter skin.

She led him somewhere secret
As the night lures the stars,
As clouds gorge on the
Fragile light of the moon.

Over the crumbled bodies
Of leaves, into the alien
Land of tranquility.

When he woke, hands burning,
There was nothing left to see.
Only a faint feeling glistening
In the air, a failing heart and
A tongue full of dreams.

She was wild like skinny dipping at midnight, stars watching overhead and falling in love with moonlight. The way it lay upon her skin made the ocean envious of her depths within and sometimes between us. She was my sister, not in blood but in orbit. A Venus to my Earth, forged from the same collapsing star and if the universe was in fact to be infinite then this moment would happen again, and again, and again an immeasurable number of times. I found comfort in this thought, knowing though our existence was meaningless, it was still full of feeling, and this feeling, right now, it insisted on existing forever.

Nature loves symmetry
Letters of the
Temple,Masjid and church are same
Geeta,Quran and Bible are the same
even Life and Dead have the same.
Hate and Love have the same
Anger and Happy have the same.
Right and Wrong have the same.
Cry and Joy have the same.
Rich and Poor have the same
Fail and Pass have the same.
Negative and Positive have the same.
Even the opposite loves the "Symmetry"
      then why not Human being?

O Brightest and Luminous Supreme
     Ignite us with Divine and absolute Truth.

I miss you like the honeydew
forever staring back at you
dribbling over fingertips
letting just one moment slip
into a smile, quietly kept.

She was a rose dying internally,

No one recognized her suffering,

All that mattered to the world was themselves…

~E.J.W~

1267

I saw that the Flake was on it
But plotted with Time to dispute—
“Unchanged” I urged with a candor
That cost me my honest Heart—

But “you”—she returned with valor
Sagacious of my mistake
“Have altered—Accept the pillage
For the progress’ sake”—