Quest
For years long I espoused the bedlam in my beneath
I quest the solitary
The more close I endured; the arouse of ignition was more
This is an unacquainted fervour
I never encountered; neither I will surrender
I owe it to my breathe, my flesh and my wisdom
And I had no grip to iniquities and itches
Like how sand slips from hand
The bedlam denned in myself
If the warmth of love quest the path
Render my longevous throes and miseries
If the incessant gaze of lover quest the pearl
Pierce my heart and reign
If the bravery of combatant quest the combat
History chisel my fearlessness cruor
Is it the hurricane or the tremor; it is uncharted to me
And the tempest in my core,
It does keep bellowing
I don't the know the word
I am not adept in scripting it either
I must apologize for disturbing and disbalancing my vehemence
And awakening the equilibrium
Endowing justice to my robust turmoil
Whether it is a bedlam or a quest...
We’re born explorers
Eager to grow
Balance the borders
Go with the flow
Untouched, untainted
Unacquainted with time
Yet to be painted
A wide open mind
Our canvas’ bare
Possibilities, endless
Play without care
Virtually, senseless
But then, a swift shift
Abrupt and unforeseen
Leaves us quite miffed
Awoken from a dream
Puzzled by distortion
Vexed by sheer shock
Struggle through absorption
We plead for it to stop
But the ship has sailed
There’s no turning back
Our efforts failed
Just like that
Young Emily sat gazing at a door, that with careful strokes was painted..
a starry, but moonless night.
In wandering dreams of far away lands, nameless artist unacquainted,
she wond'red what lay beyond the door held tight.
Her knees, now drawn together, gently touched beneath her chin,
were clasped by all ten fingers,
cloaked in silky smooth skin.
Just then did the door utter softly, three words from four worldly tongues...
in Mandarin, Hindi, Gaelic, and Greek, as if from heroes long dead and unsung...
Though Emily sat listening to each word that was spoken,
she understood not even one,
languages left old, yet unbroken,
from under a forgotten Sun.
Like a great bard the door, in even older languages said aloud.
In Tamil, Persian, Hebrew, Irish, and Basque...
As if finally by fate the three words "Please open me" were endowed...
Emily, now standing, said...
"You needed only to ask".
To carry on the affection ,
Came by enemy's appreciation.
And deed to afford ,
To measure the ford.
Who take cleansing ablution of volley,
For making them holy.
Now making us delight ,
Who never get them in sight.
Now what? The life get commotion,
Getting always inanimation emotion.
Fantasy, fantasy deviates aisle in a day,
Still unacquainted! Whence elapse in a dark day.
Pathfinder
I am the pathfinder who writes the right way
Through jungles and deserts a path I find without delay
To see amazing parts of the world that is hidden without my say
I write what is to be given to see by eyes only ready to obey
With wonderment and knowledge of what is and is not today
A wordsmith from the ancient world of words that lead us to play
Imagination is endless with words familiar and unacquainted to relay
The red witch and her white dragon fly through the night recited this day
Whether or not they are here in black and white and red of course displays
Magical illusions are the perfect green garden with no rules just swish and sway
We do however seem to write laws that are not permissive to make the earth so grey
I do believe the world is for children to endeavour and listening to grownups is sometimes confusing and completely puts me in disarray.
But the Depth of Heart
I don’t think ever, the depth of heart
Just think the untouched depth
I lost my mind again and again
None but rummage
I can’t embrace the Greens,
My mind is a blue butterfly
Please once come to me my lover
The blue butterfly is being Contests
I saw the sun come out of the twilight besides besides
My mind is just swimming in twilight
No one seems to take up absently Daliya in your silky hair?
Are you now in colorful mind
Let us go to the fount
would you stumbled in a wild trailer!
Please catch my unacquainted hands
Accustomed me with your soft touches
It seems to me that wild birds singing
Oh! My mind I still do not know what is the depth of your heart.
On wings of a solitary flight
Cerulean waves cascade to the shore
Their rhythms nod on a moon lit night
Taken for grant it we shall forever
Watch its mystery unfold
For there are depths we never
Have discovered
Below its cradle of movement lay
A world of aquatic life that hover
Teaming along in their search for being
In darkened doorways dressed in seaweed
As they swiftly rock in a lullaby fleeing
With curious eyes lurk around the corners
Protecting their space
From night time foreigners
Seeking a meal
Another world resides here
Leaving man chartering in a unacquainted
Water abode sphere
Auditory sensations muffle with echoes
With the crying of whales
Leaving man to meditate the details
On the wings of solitary flight
Cerulean waves cascade to the shore
We rally in its allure
I breathe in ardor!
I grapple in passion!
...but of this whim called….love?
I am unacquainted
My pride is just a blank white page
I have nothing but unacquainted rage
No one knows how much I have inside
If you think you know me, I probley lied
A kind face will win your delicate smile
A considerate gesture will get us by another mile
This road is one I have traveled for so damn long
There is nowhere to stop because there is nowhere I belong
I have seen beautiful people and places
Wide mountains and forgettable faces
Alone I travel with nothing to gain or lose
I long to rest, to stop and sigh, but my heart will always refuse
So another mile will pass and so will your love
When I wake up alone, only dry eyes will I rub
My sorrow can not slow this train down
It just moves me faster from town to town
Another lost love is another crack on my heart
My body will keep moving until I fall apart
Another day is just another game to play
It does not matter if I win or lose
When I die, I’ll know I did it my way
For 31 years I have waited
Ever searching
All innocents is forsaken
Ever hurting
Emotions get the best of me
Ever taunted
Nightmarish dreams
Ever haunted
For a love I wait
Ever lonely
Its on the out side I am
Ever only
My soul is dark
Ever tainted
And with myself
Ever unacquainted
For peace of mind
Ever wishing
But finding none
Ever fishing
To find an end
Ever hoping
Within myself
I am ever coping
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