Semantic Scribbler

I love my people so much that I wish I didn't, Feels like a pure bliss and sometimes a sin, It's a feeling so strange but yet wonted, Is it me or is it just nature ? I'll never know. I'll never know; if it's a mirage or a shadow, I'll never know; if it's an imitation or real, I'll never know because I don't want to know, I'll let it be, as love is for those who don't fear. I fear not; to finding mistimed serendipity, I fear not, to let go when it's time, unmessy, I fear not because I'm afraid to be not fearless, Moments are nature, not a test of greatness, But the real test of greatness is of survival, Embracing the beginning and the end, Loving all; cautiously constantly subliminal, Until our cometary journey reach its set end 

A girl of grace, With a bright face, Her thoughts so peculiar, And gestures not quite familiar. Mindfully fighting her mental war, Cause she misses her amour, Her fear of separation today feels like deja vu, Many feels sorry, but with her are just a few. Faith in her God yet so strong, And its power she brings along, The hope she sees could not be mirage,  To fix herself again in an art of montage

We're travellers or sometimes refugees, Rather helpless victims of middle-class greed. Being mere puppets of wealthy wicked witty judges, Singing, dancing, celebrating - while we bleed. Our baggages are people and oh! they're a handful, Families and friends, all stacked up yet jumbled,  And some relations of physical toil but so grateful, Like scavengers we feast still leaving them humbled.

Too much is changing too soon, And I'm here just gazing at the moon,  Hoping for a day I can break all chains And run to a place where're only gains. Systems have crumbled, minds are lost, Nights are now days, days are now nights, Folks just wander like aimless ghosts, Reminiscing their days of valour as quasi knights. Kids to Elders, prayers alike, Humbling actions to let pandemic alight, Oaths everywhere to peacefully coexist, And learn from being disaster-kissed.