A Dream To Fly

There lies my dream, up in the sky,
Where my wings ache to fly,
From horizon, I can descry,
The colors of life, the sun that sigh,

Time to explore the beautiful sky,
Stretching above the sea, colored in blue dye,
Known as a territory, where birds fly,
Its time to expand my wings and fly high,

Leaving all worries and sorrow behind,
Filling up my lungs with air so divined,
Under the bright sun that make me energized,
I embrace my dream to keep them enshrined,

Opened my eyes, they shined bright,
As there were no traces of fright,
Pursuing my dreams with all my might,
Cause in front of passion nothing is recondite,

Watch me when I reach up there,
Will you still say, my heart entwined with fear,
Cause i abandon those eyes full of tears,
Start living the dream I've been dreaming for years.

~BEAUTY IN BEING BROKEN~

"Being broken is sad" words they have spoken,
But i have learned there is a beauty in being broken,

Beauty that lies in the lonely pearl of a broken string,
alone in a corner its shine can outshine anything.

Have you watched the earth removing its nightgown,
There lies the beauty in the break of dawn,

And they say being broken is a bad thing,
They changed your view of seeing everything.

You must love the butterflies in the field at noon,
You should see them breaking through their cocoon,

The beauty of the wings that came after putting up a fight,
But you seem to be lost and ignored what was in your sight,

They told you being broken means made up of dark colors and matter,
But you forgot the colors of spring that comes only when winter shatter,

They told you being broken means having empty spaces,
You failed to understand having space means place for new faces,

You never saw the beauty of life that has awoken,
It too came only when an egg shell was broken,

When we are broken don't means we are lost in depth of abyss,
For we are scattering our pieces into the life of people who are amiss,

There is much more beauty, that you seem to forgot,
Under the misconception that seem to have you caught,

Being broken is inevitable and beautiful for anyone and everyone,
as sometime soil too yearn for rain to quench its dryness from the sun. 

buried underneath the memories...

Buried underneath the memories..
as the feet walk into the reveries.. 
with a longing of matching pace..
across the pavement in the shade.. 

buried underneath the memories..
but the heartbeat became slowly weak.. 
like a siren waiting to be hear..
and lost in the chaos loud and clear..

buried underneath the memories..
heart sang the unheard melodies..
but didn't find the rhyme.. 
in its broken verse no longer thyme.. 

buried underneath the memories..
so the love became furies..
as a paroxysm strike the heart..
shattering it into million parts..

buried underneath the memories..
the soul keep yearning for the liberties.. 
from all the memories of damnation.. 
into the sky of salvation.