Why don't the heart and mind
speak the same language?

Is it because-

the mind matures
and
the heart remains a child?

What was once a beautiful bond
is now broken.
What's left is a shattered heart.
Anxiety fills my thoughts all day,
keeps me awake all night.
Once a beautiful dream
now turned to a nightmare.

I look for peace
nowhere to be found.
How do I mend
the broken bond?
Everything feels so lost -
waiting for a ray of hope.

Politics create barriers.

Art builds bridges.

If I were to leave tomorrow,
would you ever remember me?
would you visit my grave -
Is that how you'd remember me?
Or would you turn me
into a poem of yours,
and keep me alive through you?

Like a dream
you came to my life.
Your eyes sparkled like stars
in the dazzling sunlight
as you looked at me.
Your smile, ever so gentle-
Oh, how you smiled at me.
That was the moment
love touched me.

As the day broke,
I took a walk through
the trail in a forest.
The golden rays of the sun
penetrated through the thick canopies.
The soft sound of a cascading brook,
broke the silence of tranquility.
A little walk downwards,
as I followed the sound,
I found
a beautiful waterfall in all its glory
as if it had been waiting for me,
a beautiful, serene picture
to capture in memory.

After breaking everything,
all one can do
is rebuild-
brick by brick.