When light speaks the truth


You were the one I utterly admired the most;
I was the one you secretly needed as a whole;
You were the one I felt in rage with, for in your world, all of the things were given in thin measures and never would you dare have given it all indeed!
I was the one and possibly the last, you still cared for, for all other souls had either failed or be gone from your space;
You were the one who nurtured me from the birth of a fame I had fully yet to embrace and strangely enough, the same tail which bore a twist of irony, for it only knew too well that that which you had given me, you also wanted a share of it but fate had decisively decided otherwise!
And faith and determination being the prerequisite of all accomplishments, I was the one who had the biggest wings of us both;
You were the one who kept on flying and swing to the extremity of the poles , for you simply did not know otherwise ;
Whilst i was the one who held on tight to the middle way for convinced I was that of all of the possible ways, this was the only ever lasting one;
You were the one who mastered the speaking of words you composed so well and which could have inspired you in incommensurable measures , if you had but listened to own self ;
I was the one who bore the ability to turn words onto paper people keep and can read again and again long past the spoken words;
You were to be !…. and yet, you have never truly become till the hour that is now;
And such as there are two ways of spreading light, perhaps was I merely but the candle and you my dear friend, were the mirror that reflected it to the world !

Dialogue of two lovers


Under the first light of a new day,  Juliette once said:
“O’ my Romeo You say love is everything,
I say, ‘the great feeling’ needs the arms to hold it still!
You say you are all power and powerful,
I say, the climax of all power is when you learn to compile yours to another!
You say all are equal,
I say, the rebirth of equality can only happen if the man wholly accepts and proud himself when seeing the Joan of Arc within his beloved climb the way !
For isn’t our present world, the abode of men ?
You say life’s best plan of two lovers bears no underlying plan,
I say, the greatest plan of all always carries a preceding vision and far can the vision take them both indeed!
You say freedom is at the heart of all conflicts of love,
I say, poor in understanding is the one who hasn’t seen that freedom itself is ultimately brought by love!”

Path number 9

I am a walker on the path nine!
It is the path that leads to life
And there are many path walkers more troubled with their past than the horizon that always lasts
Ah! and many numbers cover the paths
But nine precedes the last…



I hear it as i did in that minute before…and i now see again,
Sound of piano and the fingers which write the introduction of the blast that has yet to come,
Sound of beat that slips through your heart and forces it to feel,
Sound of electric vibes dancing into the sky they worship!
Sound of violin and the eternal melancholy they sing,
Yes! sparkles of light that always shine by the sound that brings one back to life or perhaps merely a divine orchestra that you shall never tire to hear.