a shimmering mirage.
An embodiment of reverie and deceit.
a sweet lullaby that makes me dreamy.
A holy chant that awakens my inner beasts.
His piercing blue eyes,
haven for raging storms of venom.
A fathomless ocean threatening to drown me whole.
a dangerous territory.
The devil has trapped me there for eternity.
skilled and addictive.
A magic spell that is too strong to break.
His chiseled body,
like a lifetime’s work of a passionate sculptor.
Reincarnation of the Greek Gods.
His calm mannerism,
like a sea that has battled the worst of storms.
The mystifying silence that puts words to shame.
a sensation that burns into the skin.
The kind that leaves a sweet ache lingering.
He is the book I read and re-read,
and happily stay pressed among its pages.
Suffocated and intoxicated, yet gloating in a thousand sentiments.
He is the desert while I’m the lone wanderer,
looking for an oasis within his barren heart.
Like a moth drawn towards fire, knowing its a death trap.
He is the journey that has no end.
The more I explore, the more I find.
Life feels like a treasure hunt, with him by my side.
He is not a dream but a nightmare that freezes my heart cold.
My escape from reality.
Traveling the world with a frantic zeal,
she was naive of the hoarding smoke and dust
enveloping her innocent skin
with an ugly mask of a vying dark horse.
As the smoke clouded her cognition,
and dust coated her inner voice
she felt like losing the virtues and morals
that had shaped her into a noble human
slowly and quietly fading away.
As the realization kicked in
and she felt like she had lost her real self
somewhere on the way,
a small voice spoke from the back of her head
reminding her that her prized assets
were hidden beneath the layer
of accumulated filthiness.
The filth was anger, jealousy, hatred
and the greed to conquer the world,
which at first seemed requisite fuel
to ignite her passion and resolve.
What she never knew is
she would be sacrificing herself
in the journey of winning
everything else in the world.
Perhaps what she considered fuels
were in fact depleting her of vigor and grandeur.
Been proven by history time and again
empathy, humility, love and elation
are the finest driving forces of success
and embodiment of a life of perfection.
Having learned her mistakes
and earnestly deciding to shed the mask off
as she let the wisdom sink in,
she dived deep into the sea of redemption.