Crossroads

Life’s unending conflict remains
How long shall I function with it?

The want differs from what seems best
Its outcome remain unknown yet

I have tried to devise a right path
To outdo hindrances and despair

My countless sins put me to shame
Oh, how low could I bow in prayer?

How fortunate would’ve life been
If one found both love and work

So neither one make his work, love
Nor would one make his love, work

Poor am I to divide my attention
Some for love, and some for work

All I fear is; through exhaustion,
I may just stop pursuing this quirk.

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False Dawn

So he sits in rain to drown in his thoughts
His heart is filled, with doubt and despair

He questions his rebirth, his perfect wings
Asking himself, ‘why his flight had faltered​?’

She was the wind to his mighty ailerons
And he’d blister his fire, all over her sky

The oceans screamed, upon their meeting
The sun shined brighter yet moon was shy

For certain, their love was unparalleled
But maybe it was just another false dawn

He no longer loves her, or maybe he does
For love is so short, forgetting is so long

The Fall

He crashed onto the surface of earth
As his queen had left to his surprise

His flame waning, his valor was bruised
His wings torn by the fall from the skies

He wasn’t hurting, but numb through pain
Lying there on dust, broken and helpless

Though he must find shelter and revive
That he must find a way out of this mess

The child has now once flown through sky
And he surely knows the might of flight

He longs to return, to be one with wind
To rise above ground, beyond this plight

Broken Souls

A broken girl once came across a flawed boy
Two old souls, the way universe had written

She broke through him, gave him a purpose
Reborn and ascended; if his past was unwritten

Making all his days, brighter with her smile,
As if the strength of the sun depended upon it

How can imperfection be loved he thought
How can her love fill his emptiness, bit by bit

But it wasn’t just love, he was her obsession
And like all obsessions, hers came to an end

It’s always the broken who try to fix the others
And they leave, when there isn’t more to mend

Ascension

One soul filled with despair and remorse;
A beautiful girl, with her dreams broken

Another soul, shattered yet lighthearted;
A boy in love, with his outright devotion.

He sang to her soul his song of freedom,
She craved for him, with her demons dancing

Their love was pristine, and unconditional
‘Twas hurting them both, yet complementing.

She was the phoenix and he was the iron,
But he became steel due to her wild flare

And when she rose from her ashes, anew
She was like wind; everywhere and nowhere.

Nocturnal Lies

A mind in a nocturnal reverie,
The ominous hour ere sunrise

Perpetual variance in notes
A pleasant melody, full of lies

Wretched soul, sleep deprived
Exhaustion of the rheumy eyes

Disentangling the ambivalence,
Hoping for an utter liberation

Perhaps being accustomed to it,
Spurning the needed salvation

The perks of a conflicted soul,
Living by perennial indecisions.