Philosopher's Pen

The humming bird Not big, not famous Not anything that could not be ignored But the humming bird was wise enough To know that there was something little she could do To save the drowning world When the other animals marveled at her lack of reason She asked them what they were doing And lo! They realized that they were doing nothing But criticize the only person trying to save them.

When you will see his face and him your face You will feel butterflies flapping with excitement in your tummy But as the wheels of time turn The butterflies will be broken One by one they will die Till you feel no more butterflies But some may survive If they survive They will deliver eggs to be caterpillars, Caterpillars will be painful to feel in your tummy But if you endure them a little longer There is will be hope, Hope of feeling butterflies soon Better butterflies that will still have caterpillars and later butterflies And that will be the circle

They ask me why I am high I will tell them that you are my morphine overdose Your eyes are shots straight  into my heart Your smile slows time  Your dimples brings death dangerously closer  Death sings to me when you whisper into my ears You are my opium every Friday night Till Saturday morning light I know nothing of pharmacokinetics or dynamics But our chemistry is toxic  To my heart body and soul beautifully toxic

I wonder if loving yet again is a possibility Loving freely and fearlessly Moving like a moth drawn to a burning light From the anonymous part of a dangerous night While ghosts of lost love and skeleton of painful memories are still intact I hear love birds swear by moons and stars But after so many nights out in beds that now seem strange I wonder if there is anything left to swear by Worse, because I see the knights swear to queens of open bosoms Ones who appreciate wars waged by ammunition of all nature I am tempted to dream Dream of rewriting my rules of war For all the existing ones have been abused I know that a naive warrior will fall prey to my new evil devices But how else will they learn of the cruel nature of love? Where people who love more leave torn apart and are left in tears or dangling dead on the rafters of battlefields