The godfather of aluk
Here are my humble submission in a book,
Life is serpentine somehow
You ask the question why and how,

The struggle is so sweet like bitter lemon,
The challenge is deadly like serpent's venom,
But my promise is to  get there ,
No matter what I am here,

Inspiration is a mystical creature.
Legend says it has the power to intertwine thoughts.
One after the other.
Magic that makes the words turn into choirs of souls with a common song.
As it takes over ones body and controls every feeling.

It comes when it wants and leaves when it must.
Sneaks into your head.
Invades your thoughts.
Arrives when you least expect it.
In the shower.
While washing the dishes.
Right before going to bed.
Yet is found absent when you need it the most.

Uncontrollable being.
Unpredictable at best.
Always leaving things unfinished.
Never giving me a rest.

Inspiration is a mystical creature.
Yet to be captured.
So if it visits you.
Hold it tight.
Make the best of it.
Before its magic starts slipping away.

She sat
Upon my knee

And branded me

Bid goodbye
to the dreams
you left behind.
They are no
reason to lose sleep.

What's the point of admiring a ***** that you never get to watch walk away from You?

Your sharp eyes pierce my soul everytime you look at me

In that moment I feel we're the only ones there

Standing
Staring

And sharing emotions with each other

I hope that my eyes say I love you

When you look into my eyes
Do you see a kaleidoscopic soul
colored in vibrant hues
It's pieces interlaced finely
with silken gossamer threads
Mirroring a million silver spiraling galaxies
speckled with countless flickering stars
burning like fireflies
Residing at the center of this galactic disk
An everlasting play of cosmic dance
Waiting to be discerned
in its fathomless depths
Or do you sight war torn lands
inhabited by vast swathes of emptiness