Of Babbles And Prayers...

And asked me God
To whom you weigh
Your night against
The bright of day?
Upon the moon
The sun I lay
Till fall the stars
And worlds decay...

Say I, to worship
You, I may
Mere mortal am I
Made of clay
Fragile of all
Easy to slay
While weaker mind
Puts soul astray
Still no matter
How far away
There is my heart
For all to stay
Wherefore I nod
Through joy, dismay...
Pray for me beloved
Solemnly pray
I know not how
The prayers to say...

A 5 Minute Rant...

If heart and soul are meant to burn
Let my love burn even the sun
And if a wish from God I earn
Let it be simply known
That from the moment saw you first
There's been this insatiable thirst
And even by His sacred verse
Nothing I'd pray to own...

The prophets say - boy walk this way
To quench your quest of night and day
For earthly joys are here to stay
And heaven's there to rule -
Dare not ask what might be God's will
Care not what the worlds may reveal
I'm needing, wanting, loving still
Just you, my beautiful...

Quatrains On Happiness...

I bear a red rose, still to bloom
At garden of your shade
Seeking the touch of your perfume
For its scent to be spread
And when the richest empire is
Counting on wealth unmade
It wreathes a tulip to an iris
Never do they fade...

I see a heaven, still to be
At shelter of your sky
Built by the jewels of eternity
For souls to purify
And there the Gods have oracled
Of earthly paradise
With love, magic and miracle
From vision of your eyes...

I seek a solace, still to find
At sweetness of your face
Bringing my perfect peace of mind
For your smile to be traced
And when with prayers of tomorrow
The angels fail to bless
It seeks the blank of such sorrow
To fill with happiness...

I write a poem, still to rhyme
At the book of your pages
For here the words are spelt by time
Written for all the ages...

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In the form
Of things to be
A freedom will still
Make no sound to lips...
I present nothing
Except for
That faith...

To my beautiful...

The Love Rèsumè...

This world's full of no vacancy
Nothing to do or say
Since love is never advertised
Sending my rèsumè...

To love you with total of heart
When nothing I can give
By being the only one you love
My only objective...

My skill and expertise are vast
Far too many to count
No matter my experience
I'd never let you down...

Apart from fashion, trend and vogue
Simple and straight's my style
Though born stubborn, insane, alone,
I'd bring your perfect smile...

When world is darkened, cold and quiet
With nothing worthwhile in it
I'd seek vision through your eyes and
Rhyme thousand words per minute...

In business admin I still hold
A degree for my life
Though bachelor to such, I hope
One day you'd be my wife...

They say higher education helps
To move in career faster
And once you accept my request
In BA I'd be master...

When others are getting jobs done
Counting on acquaintances
May God be witness of my love
I'd bear own references...

Rant Of Faces Pt. II...

Still from awakening, I wake,
"I, good morning", to myself spake
In dim dark room's intimacy
The mirror's shade there smiles at me
A blithely face it quietly draws
I become me off errs and flaws
'Tis been quite long I've had my naps
Now on the roads, I'd roam perhaps
Then out to streets my shadow passes
Gently crossing through lads and lasses
Some scattered whistles my lip plays
While passerbys give me their way
Hungry I step in a restaurant
Listening to whispers, people chant
Of things and stuffs and dates and places
While I notice their smile of faces
Though not too long to them I hear
Their conversation's quite unclear
Wondering should I be hearing such chat
Still slightly listen to this and that,
*Her eyes are pretty, dark and deep
But those chinky edges make me weep*
*I'd surely offer him a rose
But fear he has a sneazy nose*
*Her smile is nice but teeth seem strung*...
"Oh, you who bear their twenty tongues",
I sigh and quietly leave that place
To them dare not ask 'bout my face
Day ends I return to home and yes
Again I'm faceless as always
Putting a crossed glance at the mirror
Somehow there feel quite inferior
My dark skin looks quite frightening
Needs supra-ultra-whitening
My sister says I've feline look
Perhaps 'tis for the beard I took
But foxy face I much adore
Suits my personality more
What if of all my beard, instead,
Peeled off my skin using the blade?
That way I'd root out melanin
Giving me the ever white skin
I'd take some flesh off my chin, plus,
My face would look like foxes thus
And suddenly my mirror's shade
Quite vanishingly there it said,
"If such is so you may assume,
Tell me, then I'll be seeing whom?"

Oh My Country...

And long ago I told my cousin,
"This country's still in a state that it was in
The only difference after seventy one
Freedom's yet to be freed though freedom is done
And how to free such freedom is a choice
By settling for peace, lest all destroys
But the nation which pretends to caretake
Would find 'twas not a better choice to make
For once you really seek for the whos
You'd find they're not there for me and you
Though you say it's just a way, somehow
To maintain peace and for a while allows
The security of the normal folks
But sooner or later would reveal a hoax
While discontent which has been smothered
With suppression would lead on further...
But who am I? A no one, like any other
Speechless like you, still listen my brother -
Once that nation's freed from such beguile
By its own sentries it's to be defiled"...

Of Time, And Change, And ME...

Every winter, fog cascades into spring
Greeting its scents from remnants of autumn
Igniting tempests for summer to bring
Until roses meet their finest blossom...
To such, I may last into vast of dust
Collapsed to scatters, grasped along to breeze
For even ancient ravines must combust
And lapse through the void of all centuries...
When through billion suns these worlds have trod
Into limits of sky yet be conceived,
To settle all may to an unfound God
With vision of heaven still be achieved...
...Not more I know of what time arranges -
...I’ll always love you through all such changes...