Illusions

You’re the brightest of the star,
far from my reach.

In the illusions you cause
that you descend all the way
from up there
just to rescue the hillbilly me,
are the times I feel most alive in.

Rest of the time is real, but lifeless.

Immaculate

In just about everything, there’s intrinsic beauty
that’s nothing but immaculate.

Like the freshness in blossoming flowers’ petals,
or the kind colors of the setting sun permitting the gazing.
Like the tenderness in the told love,
or the depth of the untold love.

Perhaps all it takes is the willingness to see.

Love Makes Life Happy

I know a pair that is truly in love.

The way they look at each other says it all.

The clumsiness in his words has its meaning to her all.

 

His staring at someone else never upsets her

coz nothing can stop them hold each other dear.

 

In the world they created, one they fought for,
she’s his queen, he’s her king, their love the reign.

They are newly wed now.

And I know they’re happy,

more than they have ever been.

Because they’re truly in love,

and love makes life happy.

Conundrum

I look around, and there is love everywhere:

In the glittering eyes of the teen pair, her head resting on his shoulder, and I wonder is it the song on their phone they are lost in, or in the intimate touch.

In the lightest of the moment the Turkish girl threw herself into the arms of that funky dude, who held her like he would never let her down, ever.

In the kiss the tattooed lovers greeted each other with, after hell knows how long, burning the worldly necessity that kept them away right between their lips.

In the luckiest of the rings decorating the pair about to wed.

And in the moments when I’m lost,
staring at these sights like an absolute jerk,
baffled by the conundrum: “Oh dear, Will you ever find true love?“

Panacea

I wait for a day that reveals that you’d those smiles saved just for me.
You know, I see a million hopes in your every smile.
You are my Panacea.