A painting

You cannot paint without dark shades
There cannot be art without darkness.

I see colours
All bright and happy, ready for the canvas
But my hands don’t move
Disillusioned by dark shades.
Where does darkness fit?
In eyes? In hearts? Or in flaming souls?

A blue flame lit
I see my hands, once frozen, burn now
With the same fire she has
Darkness has warmth now
Darkness finds its place
As I paint the ultramarine soul of my love.

I’ll paint myself purple
For I resemble the amethyst vessels.
I have held her in my arms
Her intoxicating charm, I absorbed
She is my purpose and I, her shape
I see it in the light of my amethyst soul.

We blend in each other
To become art; Darkness rests
And so do our restless souls.
I touch the dark strokes
Ah! How they pleasure me!
The colours are now the orgasms of our souls!


The land of roses…

All these years I ran from myself

They seem so wrong, all of a sudden

As you walk me back to my heart, to my lost self

The journey’s as beautiful as the destination

As beautiful as the hand that takes me through

I owe everything to the road that led me to you.

Now I see in the new light you show

You can help me find my dream

For I lost it in some battle I fought ages ago

I found myself both the culprit and the victim

Can  you find me a home in your loving eyes?

A haven for the heart you mesmerize.

I can put everything at stake

To have you by my side forever

All that I desire are those sweet moments you make

Every second you spend with me is worth fighting for

You’ve made enough to help us last here

Enough to take down everything we fear.

Just let me weep in your embrace

I need you through all that I face

Together, we can clean all the blood

From the land of roses.