Darkness, can I talk
To you for a moment?
You must be what light
Conveys yo to be -
Lonely and desperate.
Still as the tides of the ocean,
You waited for the chance
That could bring midnight alive,
But but in vain.
All's left was
The shadow of an unloving star,
Destitute and barren.
So it is like when I met her.
So it is like.
She smiled
When I turned away.
With death
I send
My regards.
To the grave
I place
My spirit.
To the ashes
I dissolve
My soul.
To you
I conclude
That death
Contours
Eternity
And his form.
The moment you left me
I see myself walking away
With nowhere left to go,
Nowhere else to stay.
I see it all fly:
The memories, the promises.
No reason for me to live on.
The pain left me all in silence.
Gone swiftly like the wind
Seeing those memories falter...
Nothing is clear with me
Living without you forever.
I'll try to live my life
The way I did without you,
But love shattered it all
Now I can never even forget you.
How could I be so blind?
Reasons still remain unclear.
You left me for good, that's all I know;
Right here all in tears.
Wise men tell their tales
Of yesteryear
With vigor and pride
To youngsters and noblemen
In accordance
With their passion
To teach.
Fools tell their stories
Of mockeries
With evil and filth
To ascertain encomium
In accordance
With their pleasure
To scorn.
Young ones keep silent
And understand
As the words are drawn
From both the fool and the wise
In accordance
With their desire
To learn.
I, Yellow.
No different
Than others.
Whites on Whites...
Blacks on Blacks...
Browns on Browns...
Racism.
How will it be
When the tie
Binds
Diverging colors?
Pinpoint me
Towards light
For its passage
Is never visible.
Shun death
And take my hand
For the eternal travel
Of souls.
The place is dark.
I can't walk with my own
Guiding lamp, no more oil
Left to burn.
One who flies away
Never returns, saddening
All what matters most
In a deranged life
Of individuals. Bitter
Words have enough say
As grief speaks in a similar
Tongue, plainly in blank
Facial expressions with
No feeling whatsoever.
Only the recurring image
Of wings flapping stay
Undisturbed of life's decoy.
Morning wakens
To cradle lost souls
Bonded
By its hand.
Undoubtedly,
It touches the wound
Branded
On my skin.
The pain rests awhile
And drudges itself
Among the numbness
Of scars.
Lady Luck approached me.
Lady Luck waved goodbye.
Two short years of "warmth-ness",
Two long years of lies.
"Love is for suckers." I believe him.
The old man's words were true.
If only I believed him then,
That day when I'm in rue...
To me
You are
The heating sun,
Giver of life,
Shower of warmth.
I am
To you
The iceberg
Melting.
Joyful at the moment...
Desperately hanging on
To former dedications
Never to return.
Every now and then
They seem to pass by,
Retracting every alteration
Of letting lie outgrow
The sediments and bits
Once possessed by the heart.
Evening comes
And the day
Grows dim.
Tired of
Illusions
From a setting sun
As the routine
Continues:
Sunrise,
Sunset;
But the skies
With its clouds
Intact.
Chinaware arranged
On a dining table -
A spectacle of silver
And breakables.
The clock strikes another hour
Yet no figure enthrones itself
At the opposite side
Of my seat.
Clutching my eyes
To the staircase
Of the chamber,
I wait patiently...
Though the food have gone cold.
Can I call you mine?
I guess not.
It took me some time
To realize this fact.
Smiles reassure second chances
But never will it
Blossom and bloom.
Lady, I am weary.
Induce me a deep sleep
And allocate my fears.
Though I call you mine;
Your heart,
With aggravations,
Will never be.
An evening out with myself.
The works of the night's been idle.
Star-filled skies view silence
With tranquil dreams of vice.
Creepy winds doth blew my ear.
Fear - the vast aura of mind.
Shadows spill darkness' cup
Of wickedness' demise.
Plainly seeking her still,
The love I had confide.
Out in the dark, had I seen her?
Out there, her form, out there.
"Come closer dear." A voice speaks.
I recall her words last time.
The moon seems bitter at this binding stage.
She's dead, but her form deceives my eyes.
There's a sullen word
Written on my windowpane
Though my eyes can't see
At a glance far
From the distance
Of viewing.
Maybe scribbles of street children
Creeping the panels
Kept the glass sheets
Full with designs
Of hand markings
Able to confuse my soul
With my thoughts.
Is it really
The four-letter-word
That has denied me
Of life?
My eyes do not lie though.
True.
The sights are keen.
But the feeling?
No.
I could only remember
Anagrams of the word,
The consonants
And its vowels.
There are times when I see you
Yearning from the shadows
For my thoughts and touch.
I reach for you, try to feel
The warm and soft gestures
Of your rosy skin,
Feeling the ample texture
Embedded deep within
Your subtle being
Captivates me completely;
Drives my senses crazy,
Bites me intensely.
I surrender to your moans.
Pour out my obsession
To all your love bones.
I am familiar
With the words -
How they speak
Uncertainties
Of your heart.
I'll stand aside
And let age
Forget
What your heart
Denied.
Scribbling words came
To bothered thoughts...
Eyes connect to fingers
Requiring exceptional guidance...
Mouths conceal lips
Not sure of what tongues might say,
Blurted;
Reaching destinations
Unknown to me,
My pen and paper.
I write with wounded hands
Guilty of manual labor.
I plant the seed
That was hatred
To let it grow
Towards the clouds
Bringing forth
My anger.
Look, it grew
Tall as the
Acacia wood -
Strong, sturdy
And stable.
