Growth

Love is a sickness, a plague, a villain.
Ill begotten will; withered flowers long lost.
I am nourish and happy just as I am.
Empty vases of lost memories I no longer regret.
A garden blossoms beyond decaying bitterness.

Serenity

In solitude beneath the thousands stars,

Ponderances of old stories from times so far,

Of glisten eyes, of love untold,

Of a silence in sweet forebode,

Sat in stillness; listen to the muted night,

Whispering leaves under moonlit sky,

A memory of honeycombs like tender embrace;

Ingrained eternally, peaceful moment in grace.

When is there a Time to Say Goodbye?

The sun fades to give way to a starry sky,

The stars dwindle to give lights to the day,

The world floats forward like the ocean waves,

But goodbye does not come out so naturally.

For it is not in us to bid adieu,

For it is not in us to say I’ll miss you,

We are only human as human can be,

Adapting to changes only to adversity.

We live and breathe to see new life,

We live and breathe not to say goodbye.

A Soft Lie

My heart bleeds, disappointed.

Honesty, this was not it.

I am who I am, there is no change.

You hated me, I stayed the same.

I open myself to you, you call it annoyance.

You said I forced myself into your life,

I said it didn't happen. Perspective is different.

Now you say we are friend, but all I see is a lie.

If you don’t like the person you first met,

Then there is nothing, nothing for us ahead.

A Moment Please

The flower petals dance in rhythm

To the breeze that lift it up and down.

A life that tune to the many seasons,

Hopelessly lost to nature’s memorizing sounds.

The hand of fate ticks in agonizing seconds,

I am lost forever within my own silence.

Thus I continue each animate moment

Forgetting that I am breathing; living.

Confession

O' starry night, beauty beneath.

Clandestine glow, a moonlit sky.

Lips pulsating, a rhythmic heartbeat.

Darkness turns bright, I met her eyes.

Mellow embrace to that tender light,

Shall heaven bless our eternal delight?

The Loneliness of Reality

I feel the coldness of my winter, shivering heartstrings ache of insecurity.

The demented mind dreams of sugarplum and fanciful time passed; 

Freezing wind shattered the shell, my sanctuary.  

Alone I stood upon the plane of the liminal 

           – the winter wind – illusion and delusion, 

                             All whisht away in its icy embrace.  

                                            Again, I woke up to the coldness of my winter.