Each of us
Carries a dark patch
Trembling in guilt
to hide to our brim
No longer be afraid
of that dark side
As we are more than
the darkness
We are the light
to be outshined!

A celebration ends
*And we celebrate it
with laughter,
joy, and a bit of sadness
but only with the hope
in our eyes
that the rejoicing moments
would come back again
and fill us with all happy moments
all over again.

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Happiness is....?
Does it really matter that much?

To be in life and to live life,
laugh out loud with people around.

Not necessarily to love them
or possess them,
Just to be in the moment and enjoy laughing moments
With them...
Is what life demands to be.

To be and just be
being alone in own space
of mind and heart.
To be able to love oneself
when no one is around.
To wipe out one's own tears
When you see only
your own hand at night
And to finally be able to smile
After an hard cry.
And to stand for oneself,

**...Is indeed real happiness!

As I drift off to sleep
its beauty I see,
swirls of light
surrounding me.

The guardian of dreams
guides each step,
as I enter the world
where dreams are kept.

A land of beauty
that has no end,
a place where we meet
and our dreams blend.

Opening my eyes
I’m touched by grace,
as I find you waiting
in this magical place.

This world of color
in starlight glow,
entwines our souls
as our dreams flow.

Beautiful heart wishes
that two hearts pursue,
from dreams to reality
forever to come true.

In the shine of moonlight
and starlight gleams,
we’ll meet in that place
of our forever loving dreams.
~

My body is a ballroom for my soul to dance in.
My eyes are shooting stars that claim the cosmos of my sight.
My hands are fragile vines of woven skin that grip the dirt and praise the earth.
My skin is a delicate mould.
My freckles map the constellations and tell the alignment of the stars.
My body is my home, that explores the wonder of the universe.
I am nature. I am art.

- A.F

When nobody thought that your words
Were worth a dime  
still remember that
The world needs poets

When she lost her child
But still Clinging on her remains
and the once beauty eyes are now pale
and words stuck on her throat
You'll remember that
The world needs poets

When you got down on one knee
and the look on her face
rendered you speechless
You'll know that
The world needs poets


When the world is burning
democracy on trial
and your rights assumed
You'll wish that
The world knew a poet

When your heart bleeds
and memories suffocate you
cause every season is like winter without him
and a voice inside you asks
"did you think being a lover was easy"?
then you'll know that
Only a poet can answer that question