A toast to commemorate you, my home!

In summer nights we split our sides,

riding on our childlike high

deep into talks ‘bout staying alive–

where we shared no blood but

called ourselves twins nonetheless.

You, the love that my heart beats,

the willpower through my veins,

a warm welcome boxed in rounded picture,

and the flow of messages in chains.

Whimsy thrived where we were,

the magic of silliness patched sorrow,

A heaven ever temporary

at the ends of my fingers.

I watch from over yonder,

marveling at flames from a pyre,

as pearly gates stain red.

I threw down a hydrangea.

I raised a glass.

about fates and planets and the cosmos

yet i can never help but to crave

that i would one day understand how

you have always been everything i was

and what i wanted to be at once.

you're my atlantis, immortal

for as long as my writings

remain on this planet.

there is nothing greater

that would satisfy me other than

allowing us to immortalise ourselves.

every unspoken longing

i've penned into diaries

incoherent musings

i've organised into prose

with magniloquent language

and you — with your art

endlessly reminding me of something

i've seen in a past life.

my beautiful ghost

you're not my missing piece

we are twin flames that were seperated

by the boundaries on this planet.

everything happens for a reason

and fate has finally been gracious to me.

Yet is the ending of all that begins?

Winter?

Snow, trees with no leaves

Frozen in time, Adam and Eve

Life?

No, fleeting yet bold

Warmth in one day, morrow in cold

Time?

Close, unending still

Grieving the most, empty to fill

Death?

Yes, freedom from choice

All that was, is, to be, rejoice

Death will begin, and never end

The end to all things, embrace it my friend

The water trickles slowly before her

And the distant sound of hummingbirds reaches her ears

She sits alone like an oasis in the Kalahari Desert

Her back to the world,

Her curly hair falling to her shoulders

A gentle breeze tapping her back 

As it passes by

She barely notices

For she is drinking in knowledge

The volume before her enraptures her

All the mysteries of the world at her fingertips

Where does she begin?

The happy herrings of the Atlantic?

Or

The prideful peacocks of Sri Lanka?

Will she learn History or Physics?

Poetry or Drama?

The whole world lays before her

In her ecstasy, the hummingbirds get louder

Thunder rumbles in the distance

The violent breeze taps her back as it passes by–

Still sits the scholar,

Lost in the world of knowledge

Captivated by its vastness, endlessness

The world passes by and leaves her behind

The scholar does not mind

about fates and planets and the cosmos

yet i can never help but to crave

that i would one day understand how

you have always been everything i was

and what i wanted to be at once.

you're my atlantis, immortal

for as long as my writings

remain on this planet.

there is nothing greater

that would satisfy me other than

allowing us to immortalise ourselves.

every unspoken longing

i've penned into diaries

incoherent musings

i've organised into prose

with magniloquent language

and you — with your art

endlessly reminding me of something

i've seen in a past life.

my beautiful ghost

you're not my missing piece

we are twin flames that were seperated

by the boundaries on this planet.

everything happens for a reason

and fate has finally been gracious to me.

Axes and Spears, nature in grips

Rejoices the fruit and rises to the top

Surpass the unthinkable, not just the lions and sharks

But the stars above

Rocks and sticks. Spark the flame

Gunpowder and cannons, the god does not fathom

How to start and how to end

The answers are within

Rocks and sticks, spark the flame

Intelligence and the intelligent

The self-consuming rivalry

limits or enhances

shackles or rules

Rocks and sticks, spark the flame

Seas and forests, fish and mammals

houses for all, resources for all

preserve and prevail

Overcome the gravity, journey to the milky way

find the extraterrestrials, search the partner to humans

shapeless and formless? solutions of the genius

let know the wonders, or humbled by true

marvels

Envoy from heaven

Bestowed upon

Her blessed womb

Soft tongued speaker of wise words

Spake of words so deep none could understand

Only such words could lead to the affection of his mother

Unimaginable treasures pile high in heaven

Yet he came empty handed

So he could beg for the love of his mother

Oh lovely envoy

You cry not because of sadness

But to beg for the ultimate treasure

The love from a mother

So that you could weep tears of joy afterwards

In bowls of comfort, twirled or tossed,
With sauces bold, no flavor lost
Marinara’s kiss, a fiery red,
Or creamy Alfredo, richly wed.

O spaghetti, linguine, farfalle’s bow,
Ravioli’s filling, soft aglow,
Each shape a canvas, crafted with care,
A simple delight beyond compare.

From Nonna’s hands to tables wide,

Mamma Mia, you swell with pride!

🇮🇹🍝👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Week2 odes

Envoy from heaven

Bestowed upon

Her blessed womb

Soft tongued speaker of wise words

Spake of words so deep none could understand

Only such words could lead to the affection of his mother

Unimaginable treasures pile high in heaven

Yet he came empty handed

So he could beg for the love of his mother

Oh lovely envoy

You cry not because of sadness

But to beg for the ultimate treasure

The love from a mother

So that you could weep tears of joy afterwards

Envoy from heaven

Bestowed upon

Her blessed womb

Soft tongued speaker of wise words

Spake of words so deep none could understand

Only such words could lead to the affection of his mother

Unimaginable treasures pile high in heaven

Yet he came empty handed

So he could beg for the love of his mother

Oh lovely envoy

You cry not because of sadness

But to beg for the ultimate treasure

The love from a mother

So that you could weep tears of joy afterwards

In bowls of comfort, twirled or tossed,
With sauces bold, no flavor lost
Marinara’s kiss, a fiery red,
Or creamy Alfredo, richly wed.

O spaghetti, linguine, farfalle’s bow,
Ravioli’s filling, soft aglow,
Each shape a canvas, crafted with care,
A simple delight beyond compare.

From Nonna’s hands to tables wide,
Mamma Mia, you swell with pride!

🇮🇹🍝😋👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Where no light could ever reach.

In the cradle of chaos and calamity,

Emerged two souls, two halves of a whole.

Fragile beings against ever growing shadows of the unforgiving abyss,

Hollow voids and vicious predators that consume all with no mercy.

You endeavored through it all as one

Side by side, scales alongside scales, two sole beacons of light in these treacherous oceans.

Strong and serene, 

Dominant and daring.

Icy blue orbs engulfed by flowing red locks of fire.

Yang to her yin, protector to her devotee.

Commanding with a voice that make the mere tides tremble.

Fearless and ruthless against those you deem inferior.

Yet your tender touch is only for the one you cherish so much.

Meek yet mesmerizing,

Delicate yet dangerous.

Fiery passion within your gaze poised with calming blue waves.

Yin to her yang, devotion to her protection.

Controlling the waves that makes the very earth shake to its core.

Cunning and frightening to those who don't understand you.

And only to her can you shed this harsh veil of villainy. 

In a world flooded with prejudice and hatred,

Your love prevails more than any sail on a stormy night,

Tougher than any anchor plunged deep in the sandy seabeds.

Unbeatable, unbreakable, and undeniable unity.

Singing a song only you both know the lyrics to,

Synchronized dance only you both know the steps to.

Bonds deeper than any mortal could dream of,

Craving sanctuary for you to find solace.