Life, a beautiful landscape.

Landscape

So the days pass,
Like waters in the valleys, 
And you find yourself loving its music,
Suppressing the world's melancholies. 

You hit the rocks, 
With a strong conviction, 
And they break down, 
As science does to the stories of fiction.

The breeze follows, palpable,
And dreams arise, 
For heartbeats to be stable.

The clouds roar, 
Telling you,
To take an Eagle's soar.

You stand tall parallel to the pines, 
And like the ritual of sunsets and sunrise,
In the skies, your prestige destines. 

And then one day, you watch from mountains,
Wondering about this flow,
Of how an idiot refrains.

From all this ecstasy, 
When you don't find an escape,
You realize how beautiful is your landscape.

Take me back.

Oh, take me back.
Take me back to that heaven,
To the God's own paradise.
Take me back to that life,
To the land where urges suffice.

Take me back to the prayer flags,
And the strangers that passed those lovely smiles.
Take me back to Buddha's home,
To the roads that travel endless miles.

Take me back to those snow clad mountains,
And the waters that are crystal clear.
Take me back to the rugged terrains,
To the deserts with rivers near.

Take me back to those bridges,
And the passes that almost slay.
Take me back to those mornings,
And the nights in which infinities lay.

Take me back to those emotions,
And the days of rushing ecstasies,
Take me back to that place,
Where a man detained by the world, frees.

We are here.

We are here to reveal our stories,
In the sky, high, to write our glories.
We are here to set aspirations and dreams,
To conquer whatever impossible seems.

We are here to rise from the bottom,
Like the flowers of paradise, to bloom and blossom.
We are here to scream,
Scream out loud,
Finding ourselves discrete from the crowd.

We are here to carve the toughest of the stones,
And still walk in pride, with the broken bones.
We are here to get bruised and accept pain,
Knowing, the scars would heal again.

We are here to live, and not just exist,
And believe that our fate and plans, share a tryst.

We are here, and we'll be here,
For the legacies fade rare.