I bathed in a reflection of my own
While the sun bathed at me.
I visited a picturesque and photogenic town,
While God visited me.
I witnessed the glorious sun abdicate,
As the sun witnessed me walking away.
I touched the sun kissed grounds in step,
As the winds touched my outermost when I laid
Along the rivers a bustling blue,
My heart beats with the tempo
Of chimes that whistle
A sauntering slow.
I closed my eyes and absorbed the breathtaking scenery,
While Dr. M. Nature closed my wounds.
I understood the correlation of love and this vicinity,
As love understood my troubled tombs.
I saw my life flash past
When I looked into the canal
I saw my life flash past.
A reflection was cast
When I gazed into a panel
A reflection was cast.
I saw an image
When I glanced into the sea
I saw an image.
I drew a poignant page
When I stared into me
I drew a poignant page.
History was made
When I viewed my victory
History was made.
I envisioned the moves played
When I foresaw my destiny
I envisioned the moves played.
When I looked into the canal
It became a part of me
When I looked into the canal. #joeltravels #poetry #venice #italia
Towering over trees and buildings,
I crept by at a speed so distinct.
With the high speed drama,
Was I in a dream of trauma?
Canals passed me by,
In a twinkling of an eye.
We exchanged stories of Venice,
The illustrious locale of lovers
Serenaded by singing gondolas,
In ironically overdramatic overtures,
Expressing unrequited desires,
With fondly forgotten sensations of pleasure,
And tingling misnomers of what could transpire.
Brick by brick,
A foundation founded.
Each piece placed purposefully,
In a carefully constructed chemistry.
Engineering coupled with enigma,
Chemistry meets creativity.
One step at a time,
Till it’s sublime.
Brick by brick,
A gothic facade prevails,
Mirroring socioeconomic conflict,
Moulding a monumental watershed history.
Repetition upon steady repetition,
The building begins to take shape,
And a growing reputation,
That would not flake.
Slowly but surely,
An adrenaline astounds any
Individual who passes the vicinity,
As the building tells a stunning story,
A tale of two twin cities
And how hostility
Was a destiny
The river stared at me
And hummed a melody
Of trusting tunes.
Buildings bathed in sun,
Injecting colorful fun,
As the river reflected all
But a distorted image,
Because the wind blew away
Its initial shape.
Orange hues waltzed wondrously
On window panes and walls,
Where the sun disappeared mysteriously.
The river sung,
“We were losing light,
Oh day was flung, as night took flight. “
Apart from shadows and reflections,
Chimes harmonized in accordance
With the sea’s muffling melody.
The winds whispered my name
And I turned back.
The spirits relished in their glory game,
Raveling in their Roman relics.
Conquering by day, celebrating by night;
Soldiers fight, soldiers fight.
Reckless regime, dogmatic doctrine,
They were propagated into a surreptitious stream
Where countless lives were sacrificed
For a self proclaimed eternal value:
Oh listless lies,
When is the truth due?
Lights illuminated the runway,
Guiding the path of the blind pilot.
A sudden but smooth elevation he says,
As propulsion carries us skywards.
Balancing between boisterous equipment and stormy sceneries.
A metre at a time,
As we break boundaries,
Quietly, as we climb.
Soon after, turbulence creeps
In the otherwise tranquil travel
Tossing inertia trips,
Gravitating as he’d dabble
With varying pressures
In growing intensities
As frowning passengers
Lie in sanctity.
A linear progression
Of glorious gradients
Radiating in succession
Of a baby-blue burns.
Painted with a brush boldly,
Embedded with floating fortunes
As frigid winds blow chilly
Curtains at times opportune.
“We want Gezi! We want Gezi! We want Gezi!”
And streets were pouring with protestors
Standing in an anguished assembly
Attempting to break the curse.
“How could they not involve the people?”
“Some democracy this is!”
“So what if the notice was ample?”
“Our last of green spaces…”
Enranged they were
And wrangled with a righteous anger
For the green corridors that once stood
Where demolishing would be the en route
To the sustenance
And the consolidation
Of a pestilence
- a mere demonstration.
“Gas Gas! Run fast!”
“On the left, no the right!”
“We can’t get past
The rest of tonight.”
“Oh God save us
From this long plight.”
A revolution would soon brew,
An impending coup
A mark of resistance
An inviting presence
Who could rule,
The elect few,
Who would bring the Sun.