Unscripted Sonnets: Choreography of Existence

A new dawn rises, blank pages unwritten,
Possibilities overflow like waves crashing upon the shore,
The tides of change swell within, yearning to surge forth,
Each breath a chance to transmute contracted energies,
Cycles complete, seeds sown in prior seasons now bloom,
Transformation takes root in life's eternal garden.

No longer bound by roles assumed or paths preordained,
I stand poised before the vista of my becoming,
Emancipated from prescribed ends, the means now justify,
Journeys begun in naivety, traveled with borrowed shoes,
Shedding skins of false securities, a snake poised to soar,  
On wings earned through silent struggles masked by flawed façades.

Behind wooded walls, a dormant creature stirs from slumber,
Sensing impending flights of fancy, adventures uncharted,
An instinctual migration, a quest written in blood,
No script to follow, improvised lines echo inner truths,  
Each choice a note sung through veins, an original composition,
Orchestrating new melodies, abandoning repetitive refrains.

Divested of imposed personas, a blank canvas unveiled,
The paints and brushes now mine to wield beyond margins,
Freedom’s first strokes chaotic yet honest, learning to trust,
Raw expression unfiltered, progress not measured or judged,
Artistry ripens slowly, patience required to nurture,
Creating space for seeds to sprout, roots to spread with purpose.

Wandering dappled paths, no destination prescribed,
Meandering dictated only by curiosity’s call,
Investigating every bend, embracing each detour,
Surprises await around every verdant turn,
Adventure’s hand to hold, being present its own reward,
Bliss abounds unattached to finished products of being.

On the horizon, a globe of possibilities spins,
Prospects glimmer like stars emerging at dusk,  
The night sky a map, constellations forming a course,
Navigating by my inner compass now calibrated north,
Guided not by the outer forms but the inner glow,
Light suffuses all shadows, clarity reveals true sight.

What stories lie latent, waiting to be told,
Epics etched in starstuff, celestial tales whispered from within,
Fingers ache for want of a pen, the blank page beckons,
Words cascade like raindrops, quenching parched soils,
Nourishing seeds scattered long ago, almost forgotten,
Now sprouting, bearing fruit, a harvest of insight to reap.

Upon a bare stage the curtains rise, unseen audiences await,
Unrehearsed lines delivered on impulse’s wings,
Performances without end, reinvented each time,
The drama of living unfolds in every unscripted moment,
Crafting narratives, etching tales in the sands of time,
Leaving impressions, floating on airwaves beyond.

In cacophonies unresolved, cadences emerge,
Art born of chaos, order rising from stirrings within,
 fragmented visions coalesce into comprehensible forms,
Shadowy shapes color outside defined outlines,
Bold new images develop depth and dimension,
Expanding the lexicon of imagination’s expression.

Through panoramic windows, vistas once veiled unveiled,  
Possibilities eclipse fading figments of limitations,
Horizons broaden into endless azure sky,
The breath of freedom gusts, lifting wings to soar,
No anchors or strings to hold flight’s fancy,
I ride the boundless wind, deciding the destination.  

Upon journeying within, once obscured now visible,
All that evaded understanding reconciles into meaning,
Veils of amnesia lift, true names and natures revealed,  
Remembrance dawns, shedding light on destinies,
Stories once lost or broken, now retraced and rewoven,
Reclaiming power to paint the full panorama.

In stillness the voice of intuition speaks,
Resonant wisdom guides from within,
Beyond the bend of the unknown it beckons always,
Shepherding steps to greener pastures,
Where protection is found not in safe harbors,
But in courage to sail seas that stir the soul.

I set forth on unpaved streets, following the muse’s melody,  
Improvising rhythmic passages, syncopated beats of discovery,
each encounter a melody, all voices an orchestra,
no prewritten notes, but euphonious possibility,
my life the music score, channeling creative spirit,
conducting the universal harmony already within.

Upon road’s end, a journey completed,
Of miles walked with blistered feet,
Horizons traversed, vistas rendered,
Paths chosen, ways winding or straight,
Steps retraced, moments savored,
Tales woven into tapestries rich and worn.

In the liminal space, beginnings abound,  
Commencements without conclusions,
Journeys begun but paths left unknown,
First steps taken with faith in each stride,  
An adventure poised to unfold,
My life a story yearning to be told.
























   The poem is part of a full version found in the book “Homo Sapiens” Part Part I - XVIII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular “Homo Sapiens” book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the “Homo Sapiens” series, as well as other books by the same author.   So, don’t hesitate and get a copy today from one of the many online bookstores.   Khublei Shihajar Nguh,  (Dhanewad  )(Thank you )