Beautiful Words of Art

The magic of this music grows ever stronger Ferrying life-filled water to this barren desert; waking my rotten heart Raging through my being; freeing my shackled soul Widening my smile, drowning my sorrows; painting an enthralling art Every note, every spark; is a white smile in the blanket of the dark nile   It’s a starting charge, waking even the dead in heart; bridging lives  This tune is like no other, its sweetness, its uniqueness; unmatched This song is silent, yet louder than the raging typhoons of monsoon This song births as a spark in the heart of the touched  And grows into a monstrous fire that cannot be matched Fuelled by the coal and ice of hearts in perfect sync; beating in the light Its flames inextinguishable, its light inconceivable, its melody; celestial  My heart is in frenzy; full of songs, my lips try to hum along I feel the tune in the air; I see the individual spectra of this spectacle  I can touch them,...

My head is resting in my chin; but I’m not dozing  My heart is squeezing to scream but only squeaky  My mouth mumbles to tumble; trying to utter something But I can’t find the words; my sentences are deranged The world around me is happy, cherry exciting it is  Everyone is celebrating, laughing; toasting to happiness Warm hugs exchanges hearts; smiling lips cloud my sight Yet no one is smiling at me, a solo island in a night of red; I’m alone My eyes are reddening with tears; I can hold the dam no more Put on a brave face, I say to myself, don’t show them your pain But within me is an intolerable burning pain; a frosty fire  An unruly desire to be happy; to be lost in his daunting arms I’m alone on a red night; my love is not on the radar Where is Cupid? Aphrodite? Will anyone hear my prayer? Will anyone comfort me? I’m alone on the most romantic night of the year With nothing but a bottle, my memories and this frozen chocolate from six years ago If ...

The clock is slowing ticking; soon the hour will dawn He waits, anxiously he waits; fingers crossed he waits He has waited an eternity for this moment The dreamed fairy moment draw near with every tick  He waits, with a happy smile; he waits His suit is sharp; his perfume, heavenly; The rose behind him is gorgeous, enchanting actually Oh he is tapping his feet; he is waiting, waiting for his love His breath is getting erratic; his heart is drumming   ` Racing for the stars it will seem or perhaps even beyond He is holding a grim smile; his face is reddening, is he blushing?  He is fretting; is this what they call panic attack? He is a perfect figure; the dreamed shoulder of all divas   His looks, his stature, his swag, oh that wicked smile is a turn on He is meanly romantic, a twin of valentine and a cousin of Romeo With the confidence of a trickster and the sweet tongue of the devil himself          Wow the Choco Re...