The silver moon,
I want it beyond light years,
Now shuddering
At its slight glance.

Wings glittering—
Flying up and down,
Daisy fragrance all around.

It feels like a wish,
No—
It’s a fairytale,
A fairy’s tale.

The sound of wings,
Fast, they sling,
Through mystic, darkened clouds,
Where heaven bows down.

But without any fault,
only loves, she longs.
For fireflies she knows
burn her hands

A lovers sacrifice
falls in blue sea then
Her wings perish

“a tail evolve out a tale begins
A mermaid, thee.” ooh no !not me

O prince—
For you she broke, after all.
For love like rose it's throne  all along
And thus it ends—
No wings, no crown,
Only bubbles around
A fairy’s dream,
Now a fish’s hymn

I fell from the sky to blue sea-
To die, yet not to die.
Why must all suffering be mine,
And all the fruits thine?

Who wrote destiny
That cannot define me?
Pain lingers in my heart,
Thorns strike deep in my bone.
Why am I dethroned, always alone?

They say it’s karma—
Karma of the past.
But why do I cry like a mermaid,
Whose pearls are no treasures,
But burning salt from the eye?

O fate,
Stop it—just stop.
This soul is already broken,
Already terrified.

Love is love, after all—it’s love,
High or low, it flows,
Snow-white as a dove.

In the sky,
A pure diamond shines,
Bright as sunshine,
Gentle and soft—
It sings a tender song.

Yet it dies—
Its life whispers goodbye.
Breaking hearts
With hue and cry.

But its loyalty soars,
Carrying two souls
Into the purest sky—
Commitment ,falling petals,
The kiss of eternity

Lurking in the dark,
Where do I go — now, now?
Demons cross the pathways,
No escape, it’s tragic.

Is my life dignified,
Or only dark?
Like an eclipse,
Falling outside the heart.

It’s warmth —
but it burns,
Burns me into ashes,
Always.

I define,
yet can’t define —
It’s complicated,
All around me.

Ooh child, don’t cry,
It’s darkness that bluffs outside.
I hold your hand when no light,
Incidence.

Why seek  celestial? None will appear —
Only darkness sprouts near.
For filth, the mud suits better still…
Now go, my son — to hell, to hell,
it's hell all here

🌸 Where Gardens Grieve 🌸

Flowers blossom in the garden,
But there is no sanity in there.

The gardener brings blessings through pure rain,
And sun sings with wisdom and shine in there

But when the rain becomes thunder to shatter the sane,
It only destroys what once was divine but plain

Pansies, lilies, daffodils—all plucked,
Their petals float in river and ruined.

Injustice curls like smoke in the air,
Truth nobody wants, but it is flair.

Now the gardener with a butterfly,
Mourning like a hue cry as mayfly.

The garden weeps and mourn the sky
Flower crushed and no birds to  fly.

Now the gardener with no sun rays,
Moves the flowers away in days.

No hope, no light—it's darkness, stay
Only displacement and blisters on the way

But light will shine again  some day
Flowers will blossom in the bay