We get intoxicated
With happiness
When we reach
The pinnacle
Of happiness
That we fail
To watch our steps
And within seconds
We slip and slide
Down the edge
Of that mountain
On whose glorious peak
we climbed
By burning our muscles
And tearing our flesh

music at its peak,
in rhythmic frenzy music rocks;
Joyous thunderstorm!

The
warmth
under
sheets,
bodies.
Hands tied,
dug deep.
So deep.
Scream,
loud.
At the
peak.
Both,
worn out.

i kissed the sky on a windless night
and tasted sunlight on my tongue.

i peaked on a wingless flight.
some might say i’m mystified

by the mystery of happiness and misery
so i retrace my history

to a time when i was young
and held a hunger

for the wonders of world
before i was thirsty for some girl.

sundered by the sunburns;
one learns to discern his past

and turn to the hands of time,
turning sand into glass.

© Matthew Harlovic

It's ecstasy that their is no end,
Ups and downs, life has a blend,

As soon as you conquer one peak,
You find more higher ones sneak

And giving you another challenge,
For the life is a mountain range,

Amidst of the peaks there are steep,
Gorges where you submerge into deep,

Life is like mighty Himalaya,
To liberate us from from wordly maya...