Will Remain a Dream

The things that have been forgotten
The manners that have been in system
The action that was focused on one thing
The life so busy yet so boring
The beautiful things that have been ignored
The charm that was overlooked
The love that was never explored
The feelings that have been stored
The thought of being contented
The notion that life has been completed
The options that were allegedly contemplated
The plans that were never effectuated
The goal that was never been reached
The ambition that was never achieved
The peak that was never conquered
The open skies that were never subjugated
These are the things in our life
That if we will not dare to strive
Will only remain in our mind
But never could be achieved and survived

Where are the flowers?

The merry month of May is here,

festivities are held everywhere.

Flowers bloom in this season,

but neither have I seen the blossom.

Where are the flowers gone?

I wish I could pick a lovely one,

the most attractive one that thrive,

to offer to the prettiest woman alive.

The once lively and colorful field,

a gloomy atmosphere it now yields.

The lovers who enjoyed the scenery,

gone are they and drifted away.

The Mayflower festivals we once enjoyed.

The festivities that brought us joy.

Gone was the merry atmosphere in May.

Gone were the flowers we longed to stay.