You guide my lost eyes
Then scrutinize
And I
Decipher your silence
Month: August 2014
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
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.
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…
