In a world that is over
Death is how we leave
at all cost.
And not as heroes
That they could pretend
to care about.
But what happens
when the last leaf falls
And there are no naked trees
to hold the wind
And the Sun flies over a plain world
That no one could hope for
Or see the relief
That the kiss of night and day brings.
It’s not just a question
That the many conditions pose,
Why don’t the world blink
Or make a gesture as if to hold
But have the intent
to turn the story
And make them believe
That we weren’t bold.
Author’s Note: Poetry could only have come from God, and not because words can rhyme, obfuscate or make rhythm.
Don’t let anyone tell you what love is. Don’t let anyone tell you who God is. Don’t let anyone tell you who you are. All these are the blessings of self-discovery.
Own your personality. It is ironically what can save you from an impending self-destruction.
You can be many things in this world and yet be true to yourself. I don’t like that this is.
We don’t outgrow anything. We are just lucky to see many days pass.
Lucifer is the light bringer; he is the ruling nation or nations. So, don’t look anywhere else for him.
I have discovered how to see beyond the seven colours; how nature makes the many impressions we call dreams, visions and many other names.
If we see, that’s because the universe can. If we hear, that’s because the universe can. If we speak, that’s because the universe can. If we live, that’s because the universe is alive.
Until next time,
I will be here.
– M. V. Echa