Seasons of My Life : The First

I'm a dormant seed,
Waiting for my freedom,
Anticipating for the sun to shine,
To melt the ice above me,
To show me a new world,
Remove me from this black soil,
To embrace and welcome,
My metaphoric spring...

I was the only sprout in the field,
Greeted by a clan of daffodils,
Eventually I grew into one,
Free to fly when the wind blows,
Carries us away to a new land,
Disperse in a clutter..
Mountains, rivers and villages,
Bugs and other creature,
Fully embracing Mother Earth's creation..

The moment was wonderful,
I began to forget my roots,
I've become one of them,
My old soil seems far away,
The same dark pit where i was trapped,
For years and years...
Only memories..

I was awaken one day,
Daffodils aren't so lovely,
They have short lives,
Fluffy and beautiful,
With a comforting warmness,
Once disperse and disseminated,
I am just myself,
The clan is an illusion,
Once the stem wither,
We are just tiny lil' fluff,
On our own,
Blown away to our fate,
To a random spot to bloom again..

I fell back on my old soil,
Exhausted and daze,
Clinging to the past,
Wonderful and dream-like,
Will time ever bring me back to that clan?
It's like wishing for the stars,
To shine beside the sun,
I am still the same old seed,
Longing for the past,
Fearing for the future,
Confused in the present..

Love

Only a fine line,
An invincible thread,
Binds the heart miraculously,
Distant and unknown,
Not a single touch,
Only through the mind,
Through the higher consciousness..
The love of your life appears..

Not necessarily in flesh,
Could be another entity,
Could be a craft of life,
Could be Mother Nature,
Could be the essence of life,

Love then fills the body,
Charged it with energy,
The indescribable sensation,
Lifts your spirit,
The worth of life surface,
The bigger picture..

The world’s problem seems so far,
Drifting away,
Heavens smiling upon Earth,
The ray that beams upon us,
Gentle breeze that delight us,
All seems too magical,
It’s like finding a pot of gold,
At another end of a rainbow

Gloom

Gloom that blooms,
From one saga to another,
Happens too fast,
All too soon..

I thought I met my Peace,
At the end of the horizon,
Another army standing in line,
More arrows was shot,
Straight right to my heart

The hour has ticked past,
Remorse yet helpless,
There is only numbness,
Stoned and paralyzed,
Seeking for my asylum..

Change to Solitude to Enlightenment

Wind of change,
Destroyed her sand castle,
Cyra's little comfort zone,
Stirred the sand in her land,
Leaving her dessert barren,
An aftermath of a sandstorm,
Invisible to the eyes,
But felt in her heart,
Happens so often,
She became numb,
But never gave up..

Cyra resort to solitude,
Turned into a purple hermit,
Seeking spiritually,
Beg the stars for hope,
Scry her pool for answer,
Cyra’s inner pool in the astral plane..

A wise woman appeared,
Gently touched her cheek,
Left a pile of ancient scripts,
Stories of beings who found their Self,
The voice within,
Their eternal guardian angel..
'Solitude' appeared on one page,
It shimmers in gold,
A resemblance to the golden sunbeam,

Her fingertips touched the word,
She broke into tiny molecules,
Reunites with the universe,
She filled every part of the world,
Then back to her body,
Dizzy and disorientated,
There Cyra lays in the fields,
Filled with lavender,
In a strange new land,
With a calming scent,
As she fell into a deep sleep,
Cyra finally understood…