Birthday Sonnet

Rolling on my scenarios of improvised tragedies
Poses tortures, begging your arms to hold me tight
Yet cameras get tastes of your mouth, kiss on your lips
Evidence for love beautified with ‘unconditional’
I write this poetic to your untouchable presence
Opening for oxygen when the windows are all closed
And for those dreamy eyes of yours there’s an absence
Of words, my dear, and utterances fragile like a rose
We’re not in a free world, so I’ll meet you in rhymes
Like acts projected through an unspoken cinema
And if they keep destroying my dreams, day and nights
I’ll rumble and rain, orchestrating a future supernova
Is there gift better than a heart- freedom and peace?
Or perchance this sonnet to show that I love thee…

 

Unfinished

Unfinished
Once shaken by ideals and romance
That pressure kept from reality in free fall
And to hope to fly up
Even with the engines made in dreams
Or wings of swans and eagles
On the backs of humans
Is nothing but the sound of
Your bones crash
While you hit the ground

Unfinished
More enduring perhaps
Under the pretext of forever
That keeps searching for
Whys and hows
A theory of everything
At last, and thoughts of she
That are everything for me somehow

Unfinished
If it ends up something serious
Finished with a lucky man
Children and a home
Me looking from the distance…

That be her choice, I’d be glad

Romance

In you I see a perfect beauty
With you my heart throbs technically
You arrange me like a progressive song
You are the romance to which I belong

Under Three Percent

There’s only a three-percent possibility
That my dream would become reality

Nevertheless for a crazy heart
Three sounds like a gold mine

Haven’t we learned anew
This world is the place of the few?

Blind faith is one hundred percent
Three can be raised so high
When hundred is the end of the line…

Why Do I Love You?

Such simple question that quakes my heart
Has no answers only rationales

Every atom of my existence falling into your eyes
Each bit of mine information that I’m rested upon
Dream of uniting with you that we should fly

Incorporeality hand in hand with sensuality
Feed my imagination to patiently tolerate what may come

For all the suffering upon the earth
I love you and don’t know why

Possibly for everything and perhaps for nothing