Poets, we fly.
you may not see it
but we have invisible wings
that take us to skies.
We feel pain
and we smile.
Not because we enjoy suffering,
it just made us feel deeply
and always closer to something truly
Our hearts spread across the world
with these words, dancing its way
into your soul.
It tickles, it taunts,
it stays in your mind,
repeating the first line, we fly…
Ah, such beauty! who could resist?
why should we bother with complexity
of others closed perception?
Nothing has limit in the existence
But our life has chained us to the ground
and angels have fallen on earth
walking with their broken wings,
smiling back to us…
It’s weird…. combined together, from all of my platforms, I have passed the mark of 1K followers on the internet side. Even in tumblr, which these days I found it hard to keep up, but still there were those who kept me in their list to follow (Thank You!). And the weirdest thing is, probably most of them did not even realize that my calling is poetry. My poems were rarely re-blog or ‘liked’… not that I’m upset or anything, at the end of the day we can’t make someone like what we’re doing. Either they do or they don’t. I guess, what I’m trying to say is just I’m finding it perplexing of what those who followed me are expecting from me.. If not these words, then what? If not this heart, than who? LOL, Life has been giving me Lemon lately and I’m just trying to squeeze it as hard as I can to make a sour juice. It could be good for my health or it could give me digestion. Either way, I’ve had lemons in life before to make me accept it with a shrug…
There is nothing to be done
there is no way back for us
we have made this road
a part of our heart
so much so that we don’t belong
anymore to any journey
they said it’s a sweet curse
to love something so much
one’s willing to give everything
just to have it.
where did it ever go in the first place?
Lovers never left each other, Rumi said
and he was right.
how can he not be?
we’re talking about the one
who brings light to the night
and hold stars on his palms.
No, we are not doomed to suffer,
these and those words were our destiny,
our soon-to-be memories
that will speak gently to us
with no regret nor remorse
for trying to feel something real.
Poets… I loved them dearly,
each one of those lost tormented soul
who’re just trying to reach divinity
for their calling was an ancient call,
they carried the burden of a thousand universe,
that four hundred years of creation.
Poets… they are very dear to me..