Gemstone Paradise With a clenched fist I crushed amethyst, In the palm of my hand lies purple sand, The wind blew a kiss, Upon the ground it did land, Imagine a beach made of this... Blazing orange desire, the horizons of fire, The beach lies placid afront a sunset sky, Protecting the sun as it tires, As the night draws nigh, An ocean of rippling sapphire... Beginning it's hike to the edge of night, Dusk blooms a perfect pearl shaped moon, Rising from the twilight, Dispelling the gloom, Guided only by glittering starlight... Nightly creations, diamond constellations, Highlighting the pathway to the break of day, Resplendent decoration, An illuminating display, A beautiful#moonand star collaboration... Love requited, for a short time they're reunited, Under the night sky marquee they journey, Travelers benighted, Best friends they be, Intrusively the looming morning arrives uninvited. Eclipsed by daybreaks rising, dawn awakes, Night unwillingly resigns behind the citrine skyline, Momentarily opaque, Now gloriously divine, A truly precious and exquisite daily remake... Golden sands cupped in the azure skies hands, An ocean crystal clear, filled with the moons tears, Sun reflecting off the strand, This is paradise right here. I genuinely believe I've just found my promised land.

Real Beauty Once upon a time in a land far away, Where wealth & health adorned every mans way, There lived a prince of extreme riches, And there also lived a beautiful princess, They had been best friends since forever, Met, sat and talked at the gardens together, No need to say, they were madly in love, But alas, destiny had written a story from above. The Prince soon had to leave for a war, with his warriors to a land afar, The princess wept bitterly at his depart, It hurt her so to be apart! She hugged him and kissed his hair, And watched him leave, in despair. Days turned to weeks to months to years, No one could stop her overflowing tears, Then one day the news was brought by some, That they had won, but they still couldn't come, Every one was awaiting their return, But time goes fast, memories fade and burn. Then one day the prince came with a veil over his face, One glance and the Princess knew something was out of place, First few days he and the warriors were welcomed with grace, Then everyone returned to their daily race, The princess waited at the garden, but he didn't come to meet, She grew more and more morose, her happiness sweeping off her feet. Then one day as she passed by she heard him say, To another friend that, he couldn't love her anyway, Because in the war his face had been burnt unrecognizable, Hearing this the Princess felt more miserable, And more so when he said that she deserved better, She couldn't hear no more and wept bitter. Then ignoring his could shoulder, She decided to get bolder, She barged in his room with fury, And tore the cloth to reveal his injury, Then she wept and kissed his cheeks, face, hair, Kissed him till he had to breather for air. The Prince was shocked at this, But he happily returned the kiss. Then the Princess said him "I love you" Don't you think I am pretty enough for us two? Have you any idea how I have lived all alone? Everyday was hell when you were gone. How could you think these petty things in #life? Can stop me from being your wife? After all, real beauty is what lives inside, And from lovers eyes it cannot hide. On hearing this, the Prince was filled with shame, Then he heard someone calling his name. Turned back to see the King and the Queen, Everything they heard and seen, "I think after so much hard work and strife, You rightfully deserve such a beautiful wife" And then what was more, it was a happy ending, Oh wait no, it was new beginning, Because real love can never end, Especially when your lover is such a wonderful friend

Salvation #nature Lost all hope, left in despair, My #life had been pulled down from up in the air. No light in sight alone in the dark, With no prospect to have some lark. But the day I climbed up that cliff, The sight I saw made me still. The sunlight creeping through the trees, illuminating each leaf with its own sense of glee. Each on line with its own light, The leaves were a symbol of immense might. My nostrils were filled with the fresh invigorated smell, Weather this was the almighty himself I couldn't tell. This godlike perfection left me in a maze; Omg was I stuck in a daze. God had pointed me towards that sight, He said, " Go, there's your light." As time flew my #life changed, For a better #life I had exchanged. A #life that had no meaning, Like those leaves inside a fire burnt, to fulfill my ambitions with everything I had learnt. Inspired by those leaves I had seen, To change myself I was keen. What more can I say, I still remember that day, When God showed me a revelation, For that was my salvation...

Fallen Maple Leaves The leaves have fallen again, of the old maple tree. Painting the ground red, As the rule of destiny. An entire season has passed Moments gone, memories alive The heart still yearns to belong, in those cozy lanes of time. The cold isolating wind has begun to blow again, Somewhere reigniting the long supressed pain. The laughter and the songs, the ever smiling face. The teasing and the scolding, the warm,loving gaze. Some moments last beyond the boundaries of time. Some songs of fate are never destined to rhyme. They make us cry and smile. But most of all,feel blessed, To be able to cherish that time of #life lived best. The childhood days are past, as is the smiling face. But nothing can make us part, from the memories we possess. They will keep us going -the hope of things to be. The wait to see young dreams turn into reality. The fallen maple leaves, The cold wind is blowing again. But the faith in our hearts Shall keep us warm in the rain.

Who's In Charge Of The Poo (Written by my bro Amir) #Funny I was looking forward to some time in the loo, Ten minutes alone to produce number two. I sat there relaxed, humming the moments away, My body, it seemed was closed for the day. My mind insisted that I wait a little longer, Forcing muscular contractions much deeper and stronger. I pushed and I heaved, veins appeared on my head, The skin on my face went from light brown to red. My body protesting the choices I make, by stalling the engine and slamming the brake. The burgers the fries, ice cream and cake. This is payback for my mistake. I almost gave up and walked away, Maybe try harder later that day. No! I declared as my determination grew, I am the boss and I'm making poo. My insides respond by turning food into glue, Literally stuffed, what do I do? Who is in charge when mind and body disagree, And where the fuck does that leave me? Am i just a passenger? Is free will an illusion? Are reflex actions disguised as solutions? And while my mind and body argue about who's in control, Who will remind them that I still need to go?