On a bright summer day,
A small boy and a man
Sat on a bench in a park

They knew not one another
Yet the tiny tot smiled into his eyes and asked, 'Do you believe in miracles'?

The man, amused,
Looked up at the heavens in the sky
Gazing at the endless, mesmerising blue
At the sun he squinted; the glowing ball of fire that warmed the soil
A bird chirped,
He turned and spotted her vibrant feathers
The hills behind him stood tall
While the trees danced to the tune of the wind

The man then looked at the boy
He shook his head; uttered the abrasive syllable
The child, filled with disbelief
Smirked at the man

Then the sky laughed
And the sun smiled
The bird giggled
The earth grinned
And the hills guffawed

As the man watched on gravely
Trapped in his clouded mind
That blinded him,
Unable to see the blatant miraculous world
that stared and mocked

I open my eyes
And look around
Wide and awake

I see a land;
A land we constructed
Where the warmth of a smile
Has been defeated by a small lit screen
Where the tenderness of fingertips
Has been lost to buttons
that control the world

Nobody smells the roses
Apart from the lonely thorns

The grass grows, then recedes into the mud
Without being tread upon by any happy feet

New moon and moonlit nights have merged
No one sees the difference; no one cares

The stars await deep secrets
But not one is whispered to them anymore

The flowers bloom with all their pride
Yet fail to be noticed or admired

Deep breaths are now saved
Only for the man-made

I close my eyes
And look within
Still wide and awake

Each grain of the soil in our souls
Each particle of stardust
Is slowly but surely
Turning to ugly, identical
Slabs of concrete
Trapped in this endless, spiralling Web...

Does a flower not bloom,
For the fear of losing her nectar?

Does a doe not give birth,
Knowing her child may be prey to the predator?

Does a spider not weave her web,
Though she sees it fall apart before her eyes?

Yes, the 'world' may rip you off all that you made...
Yes, the 'world' may kick aside all that you carefully put together...
Yes, the 'world' may thanklessly take away all that you held dear...

But is that reason enough to be like the world?
To bury your conscience; to be blind to the truth?

For is it the world that you shall have to answer?
Is it this world that will question you?

In the end, is it the world that shall haunt your dreams?
Is it this world that will give you refuge?

Is it not yourself you shall have to fall back on?
Is it not yourself that will ultimately be your guide?

You choose the self that will stay;
The self you came into the world with,
Or the self the world came into...

Yes, you choose the self.

Oh, little creatures
That roam the vast lands
Defined by freedom
With wings that escape time

Every flower is your abode
Each leaf your shelter
Joy is all you know
In a world that is only yours

Leading the simplest lives
As you crawl along Earth's velvet blanket
And fly across endless skies
You are painters; this universe your canvas

No burden upon your shoulders
Or rules to choke you
Each day is a different colour
You choose to see

Not tangled with complexity
Nothing to rush you
Into the maddening race
Of this webbed world

Prancing with no strings to pull you back
No needle can pierce your bubble
The only land you have ever known
Is an undivided bliss; far from the enemy,
An enemy called mankind.

This evening, as I travel
Halfway across the city
With the gentle drops of rain
Kissing the window
Reflecting the numerous lights
Of the buzzing town

Lights that stand atop silver poles
Lights that guide speeding vehicles
Lights of skyscrapers and of humble huts
I gaze up at the embracing sky
With just a handful of stars
Smiling mockingly at the land below

Undiminishing and overpowering
I can't look away as they whisper
And I realise
They are the truth
And all that I  see before me;
The enticing shine
Are mere, blatant lies
Before the glow of the universe
Before the stardust that makes us, us.

Through this open window
I see hope
When pigeons soar high
As if to touch the sky
I see happiness
When the leaves of a tree
Dance under the sun

I see freedom
When feathers sway
In the lap
Of a gentle breeze
I see devotion
When the clouds
Kiss the feet of the sky

I look back inside
And I see myself
With a wish in my heart,
A prayer upon my lips
To transcend into nature
To let my soul find it's roots
Below the loose soils
of this fragile world

Everyone searches
for happiness
Around them and beyond
I too searched
Out there; but in vain
Until one day
I looked within
And there it was; all the joy
Never to be lost again...