Conversation with my own self

O my stupid fellow

I'm just few furlongs away

From my happiness,

There is a poetic dove

Perches inside me.

I'll write there

What I'm feeling

And also the stolen moment

Of the peaceful surrounding.

I want to sail

A solid drop of my thought

To make ocean of

My very own deeds,

I want to pat

On the back of air

To spread my vision

So imagery and clear,

O my stupid fellow

My very own heart

Let me carve

Tomorrow

On today's horizon

To unlock the door of happiness

I exhausted totally

Want to skip harsh today

Want to forget painful past.

What drives....

PIC COURTESY: +Toni TW 

The hidden truth is inside.
Everything is visible
Without sight.
A wonderful dream
Travels through
The channel of colorful aura
To unmask
Mysterious face.
When the passion slips
And the body drips
To make mad
That lurks
Behind the wild actions.
It's the secret
That hide
Deep inside
What drives all the materials.