Of All the Light that Flashes

 Of all the light that flashes,

And dances in her eyes.

Sparks that lingers,

Blurs and flickers,

All in the shadows,

Of the so called inner light.

Shine Even in the Background

 But do you ever notice, that in every great movie, there is always the promising young and talented student, and that old, wise and ever powerful great teacher who never steals the spotlight from the main character?

That's because true greatness doesn't need to be on the center...

True greatness shines even in the background.

The Art of Silent Rituals

 And so there it was...

The art of silent rituals.

That grey space between 

Faith and doubt,

That carries your thoughts 

And wander to that place 

Older than fear,

Unmoored and daunted.

So there it was...

The art of silent rituals.

The familiarity 

Of the odd things you do,

Like a prayer without a meaning.

While your mind is saying - 

If everything is just so happy,

Then it might not be the reality.

But there it was...

The art of silent rituals.

Drenched in de javus,

And the scents of fear

Over something 

Your mind created, 

But just like a ghost,

They are myths that never happened.

 But in the end,

Nostalgia will become the most beautiful pain you'll ever have.

Like books drenched in time,

The scents, the Auburn colored pages,

All dazzles in your mind.

And for a moment, 

It was there,

Then it's gone...

Again.

 And I've got beautiful stories to tell...

But most of them remain untold. 

All these beautiful stories... 

Will it make it sense,

If they aren't shared?

 Was it bravery or fearlessness

That strong people do?

Because sometimes, strong people are just too strong to even feel their emotions.

And maybe, They are just too strong that they can even block the feelings.

Sad and Sweet

 And it's sad and sweet...

But what if I wrote you a love song?
One carried gently through generations.
Like a folk song on a child’s lips,
Echoing in the memories of old men.
Whispered from one lifetime to the next,
A melody everyone will unknowingly hum,
A tune that trembles on the tongues of those who can no longer remember why it even makes them ache.

And if a thousand years should fade,
In lives reborn and lived again.
After a reincarnation or two,
When its notes find you,
In some distant place and unfamiliar time,
Where my name no longer exists,
Will your heart pause
To recognizing a love it once held?
Soft as a memory you can’t quite remember.
Will you tremble just a little and ask why it leaves a shadow in your chest?
Will you feel that it was meant for you?
Will you know that every verse was written for you?
From the remnants of a love that refused to die?

Of Poetries and Letters, Left Unsent

 Poetry is but a letter

Left unsent to whom it is addressed.

So it whispers to the wandering winds,

Hoping they will carry its words

To the very ears for whom they were meant.

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