Of budding
flowers that never blossom
Except on
moonlit nights
Of gallant
princes and the bravest princesses
They gave it
all for a fight
Of singers
and dancers
And the
melodies they brought
Of musicians
and artists
And the
instruments they sought
Of turbulent
waves and tornadoes in the air
Where ships
and planes got lost
Of missing
passengers and silent nights
And
isolation in which they were caught
Of snipers
and pistols and crime scenes
And
detectives and murders they got
Of logic and
irrationality used
In building
up or killing the plot
Of masters
and their muse
Of logic
left unused
Of beauties
becoming beasts
Of harmonies
and masquerade feasts
Of ball
dancers and lost shoes
Of chaotic
lives and mixed hues
Of tempests
and back stabbers
Of how to
cut open a cadaver
Of a girl
whose only wish was to be taught
And more and
more this old heart sought
And in my
corner the little space near my bed
I realized
that I was more alive than dead
The boat I
am on was never set out to reach the shore
For in travelling
it found more than the 'of'
For in being
stranded it realized the treasure it sought
At the shore
the others went back and then they lost
They could
never come back and go ahead than most
But my boat
was stranded and moves ahead
And so it
saw more than they ever had dreamt
More and
more it can now explore
Deeper and
deeper into the labyrinth to go
No sleep no
rest no light no shore
- The peaceful Me
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