Wings of Dream

The eyes see
The ears hear
The tongue tastes
The nose smells
The skin feels
Then the mind composes
a beautiful dream
where taste and smell
generally lacks
And your body is the wings
to let your dreams fly high.

Psychological Turmoil

He stood up,
waved his hands,
and said goodbye to his yesterday.
A turmoil of thoughts
arted craftfully
his yesterday and today
where a man is drinking
to find soberness
and oblivion
as his pals.
He stood up
and noticed
He had two roads,
one the continuity of yesterday
leading to hell
and another
combating the drink and thoughts
to wave goodbye to his yesterday,
leading to heaven.
This was his last drink he confirmed.

Turmoils

His eyes lacked the pond
of the powerful tears
to let them burst
like a downpour.
He passed his days
with a good spirit
and a reckoning laughter.
No one thought
He needs a rehabiliation.
He then stood up,
and isolated himself
in search of rehabilitation
which he sought
in search of new happiness.