I was once a lost star
Trying to find home in every galaxy that i come across
Wandering through every asterisms
Tracing the images in my mind
Making me wonder if one day*
I, too, will be part of an art in the starry night sky
Light years away, i travelled
Meteors, asteroids, comets passed me by
They said hello but after a while, already waved goodbye

And then I came across you
A star, which happens to be lost, too
We danced through the moons of Jupiter
We sang across the Milky Way
We even made magical rainbows
On planets along our way

And for the first time I felt
That not only I, was a lost star anymore
Together, we make constellations
Through the celestial space
With our incandescent light
That illuminates the whole sky
With that I came to realize
That we finally found our home
*In each other’s radiance

I am the average
of everyone around me,
a culmination of personalities
to create a person new.

Originality is as the ocean bottom,
seen from my surface
like a clear glass lake
and brought above the depths
by careful copying.

Each article makes up me,
an existence fragile,
changed by single moments
and tiny moving,
dust blown about a breeze.

As a scale tipping
life of mine,
is merely the summation
of motes resting
one on another,
by another,
with another.

Just so, each of us
is just the one
who passed after those before
and what we see
is because we are giants
on the shoulders
of giants.

Five feet left from yesterday,
I think that's where Beauty died.
She didn't die from lack of anything
forensics says there was just
too many hands around her neck.

You are a ridiculous woman
who makes me ponder the most...
innocuous of sentences for... anything
that might betray a semblance of something
deep beneath your simple surface.
I shouldn't like you.
At least I don't know why I do,
and there are so many reasons too.

Your freckles and chromatic shifting eyes,
telling me lies, I swear to you they are green...
Your voice and that smile with a dot to your lips
and the way you look to the world, wide open
yet

so brilliantly concealed.

The wisps of your hair, escaping from their tie
and how ***** your hands are, I know the creases
by sight; even those covered by paint.

Yet I have not felt them, clasped them in mine...
How fragile are you? You could break at my touch,
or run in fear at my boorishness.
You, such a beautiful flower, give me nothing but questions,
how can I pick you without plucking your stem,
Should I bring you water, do I block your sun?
I do not speak Flower...

So yet you elude me, without ever having moved.
While I fight to find the face past the flowers.
To find the heart of you,
the part of you that draws me in.
The reason that I like you.

World of code;

riddle,
and a brand new
language.
I hold you close my
dear, as you stumble on through the dark night.
This knowledge
is hastening to bring my demise.
You sit within my pentameter,
so when did
I lose my peaceful mind?
I'm still struggling in poetry, in finding art
amongst the burdens of the street. You're applying sunscreen
to your back and shoulders, and then
you're basking in the heat of my astral beach.
I'm stranded here
alone now,
sending these postcards
to nowhere at all. I have grown tired
of this mere existence,
of fading in the city sprawl.
Now Mathematics
is the language of the universe,
and will speak for
centuries to come,
gravity making sense
out of chaos, and will talk forever over
the nuclear bomb.
I'm learning
my sums again darling, I'm going back
to a clean state of mind, hoping to discover
an answer, to why I'm

constantly falling
behind. When I find the equation I will
call you, and profess them unto the stars,
a love never lost
in
translation, now witnessing both the sea and the source.

Should I give thanks for something?

Should I give praise to Allah?

Should I thank Jeshua for His Compassion?

Should I thank Zoroaster for Dualism?

Should I weep for Peter's Pence?

Should I wonder what world Rumi came from?

Should I give all I have to my love?

Should I cease fearing someone perfect?

Should I stop wandering.....
    
and begin living.