Crystal Stone

For all the faces of a crystal
They are all made of stones
Conserving its sacred essential
In many dimensions and tones
Inside mountain bones
Under the laws of heat
On lands and in all seas
So wherever it lays, its gleam will greet
Like fruits of bliss found on trees
For the beauty it admits, pleases all it sees
As a crystal holds protection
And from Earth’s essence it stems
Through the journey of compression
Producing life with gems
That comply to ancient tastes, and to all modern trends
Gems are gifts indeed
Out of Earth’s crystal seed

Poem by Farah A.Y

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The Arion Voyage

Blanket of winds among the sparkling glints, shining

Where stars and clouds around the moon, flowing

On voyage to a land beyond the sky

With a mighty Arion steering us so high

While the wine on our lips, dried by the wind

For the horse is swift and from both sides, winged

As we reached the land, striding our way inside

There stood a castle, with gardens on each side

Behind the trees, we move around to peek

With one thing in mind; is to play hide and seek

Throughout this play we did not speak

In search for each other, we got lost in the maze

Amid the grass, we started out the chase

But it all seemed as though an unfolding plan

When soon into each other we finally ran

Poem by Farah A.Y

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Sonnet for a Mistress

Though love’s tongue does strum the heart’s reaps deeply

For such love bares you desire and loss

Hadn’t been your desire to grow wearily

As fortuitous grasps bewilder the toss

Which your strife quivers it’s untroubled lyn

Making your heart wary of rumbling throbs

And now by the lyn he touches her skin

Whilst his eyes bestow her as his phoebe

As a mistress to her lover, a tale

For in her voice a melodic guitar

Tiptoeing his ears with her major scale

Thus he unearths his lover in memoir

To untie the twines of their love’s vow

Thereby love’s flavor for both to endow.

Poem by Farah A.Y

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The Flying Saucer

I wonder what goes inside a flying saucer…
I doubt it’s all just mere buttons to press..
What if it’s led, from a distance far ahead?
Like an eye flying over our heads..

Scanning our thoughts like a needle, whose eye is accessed with a thread
For our earth is diverse and not feeble
Which inspires distant worlds to infest

And our oceans are rich with information
Which may be clues from those guests
Are they around us, but invisible to see?
Living among us, in an indulgent of spree?

They could be within us, but who knows who they may be
As we all are but visitors on this planet of the sea
Yet there will always be an opportunity
To dive more into a celestial foresee

Poetry by Farah A.Y

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