Silent Fingers, 7 january 2012
Show me heaven, once again.
Take me close and make me dream again.
Let my bed speak endless stories..
.. of afternoons spent with heaven in my room.
My touch sang a million songs on your skin.
My glances planted a thousand kisses on your lips
Those notes still play symphonies on my pillow.
Those seeds still grow thorn-less roses in my hair.
Oh, tell me this much, my charming one!
Does time still prostrate at your ardent commands?
Does Heaven still exist upon this barren Earth?
Silent Fingers, 6 january 2012
Broken notes and marred words; all lay scattered at your feet. Let me be the wind for a night, and carry them to the mountains…… to the mountains where you can run free like white Arabian Horses.
Broken notes and marred words; all lay scattered at your feet.Let me be the rain for a while, and wash them down the rivers…… the rivers where you can flow like the golden graceful goldfishes.
Broken notes and marred words; all lay scattered at your feet.Let me be a fire for a moment, and burn them all into ashes…… into ashes from which you can rise into melodies and eloquent poems again.
Silent Fingers, 6 january 2012
I am Gandhi. I am Teresa. I am Gibran. I am Khayyaam. In me, you see them all. In them, I find my wisdom. The will to move nations. The humility to change the world. The eloquence to touch many hearts. The wisdom to divert any path. In me you see them all; my passion and my patience.
I am Mozart. I am Luther King. I am Van Gogh. I am Genghis. In me, you’ll find them all. In them, I seek my strength. The skill to beautify nature. The voice to achieve freedom. The passion to believe in oneself. The will to fight all odds. In me you’ll find them all; my battles and my triumphs.
I am you. I am me. I am Him. I am none. In me you shall look for these. In these I search for the truth. The one to judge my weakness. The one to judge your strength. The One to judge us all. The one who never judges at all. In me I hide them all; my vise and my virtue.
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