Let It Be

Let those petals be.
Do not pluck them.
Beauty is in wholeness.
Beauty is in the original form.
You would be mad or sadistic
to decimate beauty,
while admirers, those who respect it
would let it be -
accepting and enjoying beauty as it is.

Let the butterfly free.
Do not capture it for your pleasure.
Its wings have colours for a reason.
It might leave its hues on your fingers,
but do not force it to give it to you.
It does not belong to you.

Let some things be.
They're extremely beautiful the way they are.
No need to think of what could have been.
There is ample grace and beauty in what already is.

Don't pluck those petals
and deprive the flower of its beauty.
Don't capture the butterfly
and deprive the tiny angel of its liberty.
Don't mess up with some things -
their beauty lies in their very existence.

Platonic relationships included.

Red Hot

I walk hand in hand with art,
With an open mind and a joyful heart.
I bestow upon it matchless love,
It comes to me easily now.

Music amazes me,
Poetry amuses me.
My fingers have created the same.
Passion is that force's name.

Red hot does it glow,
Through my blood does it flow.
In many an art am I self-taught,
For, impossible there is naught.

I'm one of the infinite artists
Who never bare their teeth nor clench their fists.
For, the language of heart is what we speak.
Love makes our knees go weak.

Love, passion and gratitude
Have moulded my ever cheerful attitude.
I'll never ever fall in life,
For me it's a festival and not a strife.