A Moment’s Conquest

The sea keeps erasing the prints of my feet

As its waves crush against my legs

The rippling tides caress the hairs on my feet

And the salty breeze thrills my soul

Possessing me, putting me into trance

I feel a presence, then a chill

Making my back tingle

I see the sun falling, gradually

Leaving its residues, and fragments

Scattering across the sky

The clouds filter the fragments

Into assorted streaks hues

Pieces of which bounce off the surface of the water

Oh how I wish this sunset would last for a day

And a day for five and three-sixty hours

Ah, how the prince in me aches…

After burning for all of half a day

Its splendor is displayed in the blink of a moment

The transience of time

I awake from my trance

As the fumes of darkness diffuse through the atmosphere

Chasing away the scenic scent of sunset

The Storm Within

She sits in the dark night with her eyes raised

Staring into heaven’s shadow.

She stares ‘til the black sky tenses.

The sky’s blackness morphs to a dark orange-red hue.

The disquiet of the heavens stirs the stagnant air.

Fuming in disgust and protesting to her intense stare,

The air morphs into wind.

Wind bursts out and awakens the earth’s crust;

Dust becomes a painting on all life.

She continues to stare, 

She doesn't blink

The sky squirms

Her eyes are the vents to her fury

Her anger tortures the innocent night’s sky

Her rage yanks out the breath from the wind

As trees fly, the heavens begin to cry

Its tears splattering as blood from a severed artery

Her eyes are stung by heavens tears; she blinks.

As the heavens weep, the cries of the skies louden

Every scream triggering a radiant steak across the skies

The boisterous wind crushes her down

As heaven’s tears cleanses her.

As the raging furnace burning deep within her is doused,

She turns to him and whispers

Gateways and Pearls

She soars on the wings of a song
A song of love, a song of truth
A song touching the soul
A song extracting every bit of pain
From an afflicted heart

He rides on the crest of a lingering wind
A wind devoid of worries, a wind of certainty
A wind instilling within his chest, hope
A wind blowing away the clouds of despair
From a dejected self

Together, they glide effortlessly
Into a promise
Etched into the eyes of none
But the two
As one

“Liberation”

The monster has being slain!!!

The monster has being slain!!!

The curtain was drawn aside,

To look at the ghastly features of the fallen.

Horror was provoked, inwardly.

Outrage was expressed, silently.

When the monster was alive,

Did anyone speak out?

(Who could speak out?)

Did anyone condemn?

(Who could condemn?)

Now,

As its gruesome remains lay there,

Murmuring and sighs rifled through the throng.

Liberation was sought.

Liberation has been attained!