#selfrenewal
I'll light every
Firework that I can find
For you.
Every ounce of you,
Including the parts
That you like to hide.
They deserve to be seen
And heard too.
The next second
Not to mention the next year
Isn't promised.
Although not the same
As overseas,
There is still reason to celebrate
The crackle of firecrackers,
The release of red lanterns,
To light the street of your heart,
As well as the sky.
We're not as young as we
Used to be.
But that doesn't mean that we have
To act like it.
The fire that courses
Through my lungs can't wait
To get out and roar
Like a dragon,
And break the silence
In celebration.
A red envelope wrapped in fire,
And sealed with the flash
Of prosperous smiles.
Every time I see you,
It feels like New Year's.
And when you kiss me,
My soul sizzles,
Stirring up this fire
That dances through my body.
The next second
Not to mention the next year
Isn't promised.
Tomorrow may not come.
If there ever was a time
To burn down and sweep up
Pieces of our old selves,
Why wait?
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 10:55 PM UTC
The road to you is a treacherous one
But you must carry on
For this mirror must shatter
And the image forgotten
For you to see
What was there all along
In all the madness of life
We hold on to what we know
With sweet threads of memories, we sew
Beautiful pictures we love and cherish
But only if mirrors could lie
The way pictures do
We could go on pretending
As if the soul is not a wanderer
In search of its treasure trove
In the dark silence of sleepless nights
It knocks on doors unknown
Looking for the one he knows not
Yet the only one he knows
The one that has a thousand forms
Hope, desire, pain and love
His dream, his truth, his true self
Like a Sufi with a bleeding heart
He follows her to deserts and ruins
Coz all he wants is to know
And the day she steps out of her veil
It will shatter to pieces by itself
For it's beauty the mirror won't hold
And he will dance like a madman
Naked through the valley of flames
For the fire can't burn him anymore
Coz he is burning more fervently inside
There will be tears in your eyes
Yet you will be smiling
Floating weightlessly in your conscious
Then close your eyes and drift away
To the garden of thousand blooms
Which once was the valley of fire
And there you will meet your madman
Drenched and dancing in sweet rain
His bleeding heart is whole again
Like it never knew any pain.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC