“Maybe we're just falling stars, we once danced in the same skyline looking down at the world. And we've fallen like all others, from near and far, we've gathered together, but separated by time and space, keeping a part of that light that we've came with and spreading it in this dark world that we've chosen to live in, in order to shine some light and love around. Maybe we've chosen to believe one truth today, and find it to be false tomorrow. Maybe we're trying to not get attached to the idea that we now know it all. At night, we see the truth of where we've fallen from, gazing in that night sky full of distant stars, constellations, planets, the reflection of the sun on the moon, all with their own stories to tell. Sometimes we wonder why would we leave such a mysterious place, with an infinite amount of stories and wonders. Maybe it's because as stars we could've only seen each other's light from afar, but here we can listen more carefully to each other's story, embrace each other and kiss, discover more and more of what can be seen when infinite star dust potential is put into one body and given freedom to walk the Earth and wander, love and enjoy every moment until coming back. Maybe in the morning, we'll only see one star shining up there and forget the others. Maybe that is also how life and death is, and the beauty of the sunrise and sunset that come in between, our childhood years and old years, when we reflect on the stars that we once were and that we will once again be. Maybe, just maybe.” WorldLoveLifeYearsBelieveStoriesBodyLightTruthEarthTogetherDeathTimeStarsEnjoyFreedomSpaceBeautyMorningSunChildhoodPlanetsMoonReflectionInfiniteEmbraceMysteriousDustWanderKissFallenSunsetPotentialSunriseMomentKnowIdeaOthersWalkConstellationsShineMoreFallingFalseFarLookingTellSeparatedOnceNearAttachedMaybeSkylineDancedGathered Author:Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
“How I wish I was like the water, Flowing so freely with every drop Let my every emotion wonder, No need to start, nor even stop How I wish I was like the fire, Burning with every flame up Leaving a trace of hot desire As a Phoenix raises its' wings up How I wish I was like the earth, Raising each flower from the ground Seeing the beauty of death and birth And then returning to the ground How I wish I was like the wind, Hearing each whisper, sound and thought A lonesome and wandering little wind, Shattering all that has been sought Oh, how I wish I was where you are, Not separated by empty space, so far It seems like we're galaxies apart, But we find hope within our heart And how I wish I was all of the above, So I can come below and yet forget, The beauty of angels which come down like a dove And demons who love with no regret.” LoveHeartEarthDeathDesireHopeSoundWaterSpaceEmotionBeautyFireWindFlowerRegretBirthHotWingsHearingThoughtWanderBurningAngelsDemonsDovePhoenixStartStopFlameWanderingLonesomeGroundWhisperGalaxiesTraceDropFlowingFreely Author:Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
“From birth to death and further on As we were born and introduced into this world, We had a gift hard to express by word And somewhere in our continuous road, It kind of lost it sense and turned. There was that time we sure remember, When everything was now and 'till forever Children with no worries and no regrets, The only goal was making a few friends. But later on everything has changed, By minds that had it all arranged To bring the people into stress, Into creating their own mess. We have been slaved by our own mind, Turned into something out of our kind Slowly faded away from the present time, Forced to believe in lies, in fights and crime. They made it clearly a fight of the ego, A never ending war that won't just go They made it a competitive game, To seek selfish materialistic fame. They turned us one against eachother, Man against man, brother against brother Dividing us by religion and skin color, Making us fight to death over a dollar. Making us lose ourselves in sadly thoughts, Wasting our days by living in the past Depressed and haunted by the memories, And yet still hoping to fly in our dreams. Some of us tried learning how to dance, Step after step, giving our soul a new chance Some of us left our ego vanish into sounds, Thus being aware of our natural bounce. Some tried expressing in their rhymes, The voice of a generation which never dies They reached eternity through poetry Leaving the teachings that shall fulfill the prophecy Others have found their way through spirituality, Becoming conscious of the human duality Seeking the spiritual enlightenment, Of escaping an ego-oriented fighting Science, philosophy, religion, Try to explain the human origin. Maybe changes are yet to come, And it shall be better for some Death's for the spirit not an end, But a relieving of the embodiment So I believe that furthermore, We'll understand the power of our soul But leaving behind all we know, And all that we might not yet know It all resumes to that certain truth, That we all seek to once conclude.” WorldMindKindChildrenWarSoulPhilosophyTruthPastRememberSpiritualScienceDeathPoetryTimeReligionSpiritualityLostGoalBornNaturalMemoriesPowerForeverDreamsBrotherFriendsBirthFameEgoEnlightenmentConsciousLiesEternityDanceSelfishGiftManColourFightPresentProphecyBetterRegretsDualityWordEverythingChangesGameEmbodimentRoadDepressedSenseSeekGenerationSkinTeachingsAwareMindsWorriesOriginSoundsDollarRhymesConclude Author:Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache