Secundus Journey

  Minus Zero Image by "Watchtower" on Spotify. Never have I expected to feel this much, What’s left to feel other than loss, Ask the man what he has got left to loss, When he reaches the ground of nothingness. All the same, yet different reminders, Wreaking havoc within the memory. Alas, the man has no choice but to surrender, With all due respect, he cannot overcome The loss of a thousand years he had seen. He had lost the paint of a brush, An empty canvas, now nothing but dust. The sun of a sunny day is now hidden, Clouds of tremor surrounding the dusk. She was a reshaper, made of rainbow. He was a dull paper, made of silence. She gifted him the beauty of the rainbow, He was gifted by the joy of God. Alas, the man has no choice but to surrender, This loss is nothing but the feather of a phoenix, A phoenix that is so dark, consumes him from within, A phoenix that is so furious, burns him from within, Turning the past into nothing b...

  Sounds Of Eternity, Dust By Dust Sounds of eternity, dust by dust, Colliding with the beauty, A majestic, perfect scenery, How long has it been For my quill to tell a majestic scene? The sands of eternity, hair by hair, An endless voyage with the heat of a fifth sun, I see, I feel, I shall express. A forbidden tale of a shameful poet. Horrifying each and every single tale. Horrifying yet beautiful, Forbidden in its own freedom, Like two birds in a cage. They chirp, they dance, yet they remain. The birds, intertwined like roses in a garden, A gardener, corrupt gardener, Who is the gardener? Calls upon the dark sky, A frowning face emerges, I see, I feel, I express. As once I felt, so feels her, Calmness in the sand, Such a relief to lay down. Sands of eternity, calm of the wind, Not before the storm, yet it's majestic. Such a relief to look at the face, The face of beauty, shining upon the sea. This poem, just like the ones came before it, has lost its value and meaning. If you, r...