Ecosystem restoration

Where would the cuckoo bird sing,

Where would the rivers flow,

Where would the deer gallop,

Where would the wild flowers grow?

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Where would the butterflies dance,

How would the bees collect nectar,

When wildfires devour our forests,

Hectare by hectare.

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When would we realise,

How far we’ve come

Savagely brutalising the muted beasts,

And robbing them of their home.

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The floods, the famines,

The quaking earth and tsunamis,

Have turned the nature against us,

And made man his own enemy.

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In today’s troubled times,

When every breath comes at a price,

We need to ponder this,

How important really is a high-rise.

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And wonder what we’re gonna leave,

For our future generation,

It’s high time we played our part,

In ecosystem’s restoration.

Plant hope in the barren soul

Be a beacon of light

In someone’s desolate depths,

Be a flare of fun

In someone’s glooming grief.

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Bring out the childlike cheerfulness,

From their dull dreariness,

Bring the wandering weary home,

And put them to some rest.

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Hear them speak

About their loneliness,

Then hear some more,

As they open up about their unhappiness.

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Let them talk

About their sole meanderings,

Give them a shoulder,

As they push a tear into nothing.

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And when they’re finally empty,

When all their sufferings have been told,

Nourish and nurture them with love,

And plant hope in the barren soul.

Changing seasons of my heart

People come into your life

Like seasons

Some just pass by,

Some for a reason.

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Some feel like walking in summer,

Bare feet in the sweltering heat,

Leaving you parched and blistered,

Agonised and beat.

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Some are like the evergreen spring,

Spreading the warmth of joy and happiness,

Helping you bloom and blossom,

With their never ending sweetness.

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Some people feel like the monsoon,

Soaking you in sporadic showers,

Leaving you drenched in their overwhelming love,

Or sometimes flooding you with unwanted tears.

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Then there are those winter people,

Frigid and hyperborean,

Slaying you with daggers of ice,

Leaving you in the murky shadows of oblivion.

Broken lines on a blank page

That is how the gods wrote our story,

Equal parts tears and blood,

Running between and

Connecting the broken lines

Or painting red, entire blank pages

From wounded broken hearts.

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Melancholy verses spill,

From a shaking quill

In shivering hands,

Paper cuts trace

Scarlet marks on a blank page,

Bleeding poetry into broken lines

From what is left of the heart.

Parallel

What if

The little distance we walked together,

We only walked side by side,

Like the tracks of a railroad.

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What if

We were the nerve lines on a leaf,

Creating a perfect pattern,

And yet living in parallel realms.

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What if

One of us was the Earth,

And the other, the moon,

Spiralling constantly in a parallel orbit.

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What if,

Our love story was fulfilled,

And we did walk together,

But somewhere in a parallel universe.

Old lies in my vase

I refuse to give in,

To your acts of deception anymore,

To the fabrications

You disguised in the silken threads

Of falsehood.

And I refuse to forgive you

For the times you crushed

My assumptions

Under the parched trunk

Of your soi-disant ego.

But I’ll also never forget

How I let you

Plant old lies in my vase.

The thorns of which

Hacked me deep beyond the flesh

Running me dry

Of the sanguine water of life.

And I could do nothing but watch

How one by one, over the years,

The flowers from my bouquet

Of love, trust and patience

Slowly withered away.

Retrouvailles

If we ever meet again,

Don’t look me in the eye,

I might fall for you again,

And trust me,

I can’t afford

to go through all that pain.

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If we ever meet again,

And it reminds you,

Of the times we spent together,

The joy and the laughter,

Smile at me, like strangers do,

So they won’t know, you knew me too.

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If we ever, ever meet again,

Make sure we don’t walk

On the same side of the road,

Cuz when we pass by each other,

It’ll be impossible not to,

Hear the cacophony ringing in our minds.

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And if we ever meet again,

Cuz we might never meet again,

Know that I would have,

Nothing but love for you,

And for all it takes,

I’d always want to meet you again.

The distance between you and me

You ask me to measure

The distance between you and me.

At first, it seems impossible,

For days, it made me wonder,

And I couldn’t bring myself to an answer.

As days passed by, bearing the thought,

I missed you more and more,

Feeling all the while like

We were growing further apart.

Until finally,

I did find a way

To measure the distance

In skipped heartbeats,

In sleepless nights,

In moon gazing sights,

In solitary words written,

In unsent letters,

In deleted texts,

In unanswered calls,

In fallen tears,

And the times spent thinking

That the void would never be filled.

Almost like love

Blushing cheeks and sweaty hands,

Heartbeats dance a butterfly dance,

Almost like love.

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Engraved initials in inky hearts,

Stolen glances and hidden love notes,

Almost like love.

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Spring breeze and sashaying trees,

Blossoming lilies in burbling creeks,

Almost like love.

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Silver moonlight and twinkling stars,

Granted wishes in stardust shower,

Almost like love.

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As heavenly as the Gods,

As devilish as the Satan,

Almost like love.

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