Lost In Silence

You guide my lost eyes
Then scrutinize

 

And I
Decipher your silence

Another Rainy Afternoon

A story between the lines

 

can stand alone…

 

Moon Love

If life is a night
I am the moon, talking to alone –  I Am Why 

 

In the night

Moon talks to those alone

And you know exactly what I’m saying

You even moan

 

But in this night

The moon is hidden from my tiny eyes

So, I talk to you instead

My thoughts smile at yours

We are dancing to the melody of our beating hearts

 

Delighted minds

 

All I want to say is have a goodnight

 

GUITAR STRINGS

My little sister is a badass writer :p

 

Obvious to anyone that sees it

You start simulating your guitar,

Soft strings tingling your finger.

Moves with your hair.

Circling around the square.

Hitting like you’re unaware.

Is that a wing and a prayer?

Aspiration to in despair.

Answering all the questionnaire.

Just play and let me stare

while raindrops evaporate into thin air.

This isn’t any love affair.

Please do not stop!

Cause its a jungle out there.

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I Am Why

If life is a sun
I am the shine, to light the skies

If life is a color
I am the rainbow, smiling after the rain

If life is a tree
I am the roots, holding thoroughly
Sturdy, giving fruits

If life is a sea
I am the wave, carrying fishes to the shore

If life is a night
I am the moon, talking to alone

If life is a silence
I am the sound

If life is a time
I am now

But

Life is life

A big question mark

And

I am why

Sporadic Ennui

It feels like

One afternoon

Night sky is alive

With light  reflects from the shadow of the sun

Bursting

Serene

 

On the hammock smoke

From the cigarette on my right hand

I puff

Blow

Sporadic ennui

The birth and death of my poetic memories

 

State of Mind

 

I can’t ride a bike, I don’t know how.   I am afraid of heights and being on top.   I drowned twice, I survived.  I was hit by a car once and still I’m alive. 

 

I would never stop

Engaging

With fear

For it is only a state of mind

Not my entire being

 

A Tree Finally Speaks

“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, we fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness.”
― Khalil Gibran

 

One night…

 

Me: 

In the absence of wind and mist

Who cradles your branches and leaves to sleep?

 

Tree: 

You!

Come near,  exhale 

 

Me: 

I haven’t brushed my teeth

My breath stinks

 

Tree:

Grab a leaf

Scrub it in your mouth

And let me kiss your lips

 

Me:

You are crazy, tree!

 

Tree:

Hahaha look who’s talking to me?

 

Me:

Yeah maybe I’m crazy

 

Tree:

Seriously

Don’t ever think I sleep

I’m always awake

I breathe

Or else you’ll decease

 

Me: 

Do you suffer from giving grace?

 

Tree: 

Hold and touch my trunk

You’ll realize

 

Me:

Rough, whittled and mutilated

 

Tree: 

Still I stand

Tall

Even after the storm

If the storm is too bad

I’d fall

What’s worse?

I’d be a firewood or charcoal

Then ashes scatter through the air

To the land where I could grow again

 

Me: 

You are a hopeful tree

 

Tree: 

No, it’s the cycle of nature

From nothing to something

I said it in a simplest form

 

Me: 

You make me feel stupid

 

Tree:

Oh human you are not stupid

But ironic breed

 

Me: 

Huh?!

 

Tree:

You see

If not firewood or charcoal

You turn me into paper

And you all say

“SAVE THE TREES”

 

Me: 

Indeed, it is ironic…