MIDA’S Wife: A grieving heart

I longed for his touch,

But he stared at me with longing eyes,

I could not take one step closer for I will cease to exist,

What is this curse that had fallen to two yearning heart destined to love for all their breathing moment when the heavens have blessed them?

I remember when he took my hand for the first time he twirled me in circles, like flamingos dancing on a flower bed lake.

The stars swayed the moon sang in sweet lovely tune and the wind built an invisible fortress around our fragile youth,

Should a story that began in glittering color end in such a tragedy of selfish desires,

I have in every way questioned his heart “My dear Midas why have you yearned for the world’s wealth with the touch of your fingers when I am standing right beside you, have you not won a thousand battle, sailed a thousand seas and in your prime age should we not just watch our offspring's decedents play and run in the humble garden as they make sand castle in a box, how could you live when I am an inch away from you but I could not feel the warmth of your touch”

“Oh Midas I suffer from this useless ambition, I suffer from the lost of your presence, for this is the same as death, your wishes has become your lovers curse.”

So with trembling hands Mida’s wife caressed the face of Midas, stroked the hair of her husband while her finger nails slowly turns into cold hard precious metal, tears ran down from her face, with her eyes deeply grieving, her soft skin glowed in the dark, she stood frozen in the middle of the throne room, she’d rather touch him one last time and turned into a statue where he could gaze at her loving face than spend their dying age having the universe between them, and eventually turn into dust. 

A Writer’s Pride

Endless nights I dream and heaved

These restless visions I receive

It flashes right in front of me

Vivid phantasms that I see

On a white blank page I choose to inscribe,

To lament a writer’s pride

A shadow of unfolding history

Of fading astounding memory

It is the soul of unending fame

A resounding voice of an immortal name

A being that creates to inspire

Sophisticatedly magnified the elements of desire

It shapes the minds of a utopian society

And binds the cardinal virtue of unfailing piety

But as I breathe my existence is ignored

Like sand castles that annihilate at the shore

My footprints simply fade as I walk the beach

Painting life with manifold of figures of speech

But woe to an astonishing surprise

A writer’s steadfast stature, bequeaths upon the day he dies.

Dear Stranger Dance with Me

Underneath the cherry blossom tree

I stood in front of you as stars crowns my head,

Your nearness fills my sanity, floating like a feathery snow in a lazy winter day,

As my cheeks gently touch your humble manly chin, I breathe and inhaled gently savouring every moment,

Forever those sweet mesmerizing eyes will linger in my fleeting memory,

Can you hear the beating of my heart like a drum that chants a tribal hymn,

Where warriors endlessly draw their swords and send their enemies to their death,

For the fear of uncertainty lurks beneath this angelic smile,

Yet for one moment I will hear no evil, as your arms embrace this bashful heart of mine,

Our fingers entwined and our souls journey a million mile,

I shall bear your fruit, and it may drain my vigorous dignity,

Yet it will be the mere root of my existence, the only thing I shall breathe for

Truly I am a wary woman, and I have broken the walls that chains my ominous heart for a faceless man,

For a single second of warmth as I sway in the midst of this wanderer,

Screaming in ecstasy, as the scent of his hair drowns me in pure bliss.

In his arms I shall play the game of chance,

And I shall master the dreadful bout of love,

Hear my plea, cease my woes,

Dear courtly stranger dance with me and I shall spend an indelible lifetime knowing you!

Wish Upon a Star

One day I may breath my last, 

 I may pass you by without meeting you in the eye

But did you feel the skip of my heartbeat a mile away

Like the wind I touched your face,

There’s no words to describe the beauty I found in your soul

You may uniquely define the word innocence,

 For you willingly raged the gates of heaven with your resounding voice,

In my bedroom I cried and wailed for life to spare you a corrupted mind,

I willingly surrendered my dreams to see yours in fulfilment

An angel forbidden to love, an ordinary girl with an extra ordinary faith

A love I could not grasp, a love I could not keep, a language left unspoken

And yet it screams and echoes throughout the universe,

 I give you my strength in times of confusion; you are never alone in times of defeat

I maybe beyond your years but your youth is the sole reason I live

Be the man I dream you to be, the person you have always been

Never waste a single moment on superficial joy, for life has given you all the possibilities

Embrace every pain it will mould you to a better person,

 Love with no malice, make worthy sacrifices

For you  I have taken the next shuttle to the moon

Only to wish upon a star....