It rained.

Imprisoned,

One in a such a turmoil of life,

And the utterance of affection.

Bewildered and petrified,

Should never a peacock be

To flair and unfurl its feathers out wide.

Then why should one? Mhm... 

Bewildered and petrified

For one could be cold-shouldered

Outright. 

Condensed with sorrow,

With everything else vaporized. 

This life long prison,

Dreaded with Darkness,

Cold and Pain. 

Mundanely mannered. 

Coercing a semblance on me. 

Sometimes I question,

Everything and the skies. 

For what reason did they cry
So much bitterness and distress
On me.

Now I Rhyme

Now I Rhyme

Loosing to sadness,

To my Dismay.

Succumbed in the societal Wickedness,

I laid.

Little Did I know, 

A colossal Turn headed my way,

You are the one I owe,

for my stronger Today. 

From creations Saddening, unrhythmic, 

I discovered Happiness,

Nothing like before, I'd kick

A bucket overflowing with Cheerfulness.

Thank you,

You've been my Sustenance,

For Fetching me,

My much-needed covenants.

I owe you much,

More than my life as such, 

For you've taught me to Rhyme

A little in my poetry

To add a hint of chime,

That was always missing from my life.

A Now-ever-changing Meadow

A Now-ever-changing Meadow

In my grim meadow of disarray, 

On a grim gradual day,

Sparks a spark

Of sweet luscious colors. 

Unknown wandered,

with its bright and lively wings, 

It flies and flutters,

To grim flowers, it clings.

Soon from its touch,

The flowers rebloom,

Rebloom, neologized. 

To a new future,

Totally colorized. 

For the infinity, I see in the meadow,

Alike the inexistent end of the horizon,

Courageous and spiritful,

It endeavors, and continues to,

continuum.

What was a dry, dusty, grim,

is a meadow gently being beautified,

Forever now it, a butterfly, as I define,

Endeavors to make my life worthwhile. 

It is special, colorful,

Joyful, wonderful. 

An impeccable human.  

Je ne suis pas seul,

plus maintenant! 

Ma vie a fleuri!

***

Insoluble

Clear as a crystal, and shining like a star. We refract light in 7 total bars.

Beautiful and seamless, both liquids we were, waiting for the moment to be stirred. 

Liquid - liquid, flowy - flowy, reflective - reflective,

similar and same we were. 

So much common we were, and had!

But, at the end,

when it was all stirred,

I didn't dissolve,

I couldn't!

How could I, when one was oil and and the other, water?