Many poems have been thrown away,
By me,
I wrote them on an empty package,
Of some goody.

I don’t care how I have been generous,
Well, I was not.
I sent them away before me to a silence,
It was not that hard.

I can fix my gaze on the wall and run,
Without you knowing that,
In a snap,
I am out.

I am poems away,
From where I used to be.

No regrets.

Though it was not right
It was the only.

I am being a poem,
Written on a package,
In the veins of forgotten,
Lost.
Free.

Teasing the hoards,
Through the memory.

How beautiful it hurt my mind,
To know that you were there,
Waiting for an explanation,
Waiting to say.

I never like to see you mad,
But if this is all found me today,
To see someone waiting...
I am glad.

Moving away to a moment,
In a cab,
Going to where you wait,
I have no words,
Previously planned.

How beautiful it hurt my mind,
To hear my name on the phone,
Even though ,
It was not gracious.

After a long time,
Which I didn’t hear,
Even my own voice.

The air is getting heavy,
I get slow,
Then I hurry.

I stop the cab.

I don’t want to go,
I don’t want to finish this,
This…
This little fight between.

Stop.

There must be something,
Anything…
Not resolved.

No matter how it sounds,
Clearly wrong.

It feels like,
The only way,
To keep,
Going.

In this isolation,
Prolonged.

…

Everyone carries the past,
On a paper,
Or in a suitcase.

Everyone keeps it somewhere,
Framed on the wall,
Or deep down with a sore.

Mine is a little weird,
Too demanding,
Close to evil.

Past is on my head,
Like my glasses,
Always missing,
Like a cloud,
Dark and raining.

Past is on my head,
Like a crown pulls me in danger,
Like a funny hat,
Makes me look as a stranger.

Like a halo,
Something you couldn’t touch,
Like a gum, stuck on my hair.
By a mean boy,
You wouldn’t approach.

Past is on my head,
Like a dizziness,
Villain and wild,
Ruining my balance.

I am speechless.
You are angry,
And leaving more,
For me to carry.

I wish you could see,
Because I will never tell.
Something had gone so wrong,
Right up there.

A good friend said I’ll go down with you no matter what,
Then I got distracted from the mission of falling apart,
We closed the deal with the options for a better day,
Quietly, I listened to her footsteps slightly faded away.

I took a glance at the lake I should stay away from,
If it is late at night.
And if everyone is in a deep sleep,
Rather than the middle of a cheery talk.

I looked up to the sky gives us a smile when wide open,
There was no cloud but the stars ready to be fallen,
I couldn’t keep the roof of the earth safe,
So, I quit the responsibility much before it is given.

She was no character from a novel,
But she knew how to say as they do,
At least she would catch the tail of a plot,
If I wasn’t quick or brave enough to do.

A good friend said I’ll go down with you no matter what,
I was happy thinking it was not a daydream I did set up,
She said so… Exactly like this…
As if we were about to get involved in a serious fight.

Of course,
I didn’t accept the offer.
It was a good moment,
But, I had no right.

That appetite of mine to see much more
And the reality which keeps me quite and alone,
They seemed as enemies with each other,
Yet they were making plans to strike me down...

I have never been wise enough to get,
Things contain what they seem not to have,
Good with bad,
The misery carrying the luck,
The beauty hidden in the beast’s face,
The arrogance upsetting the right...

How I can be constantly inconsistent
By being in the same mind,
How come you are completely someone else
While we are that much alike?

Tired.

Tonight I accept that the wisdom is not what I own,
No possessions in the knowledge’s sacred court.
It might reveal through our hearts and make it a home,
Where it is cherished and deeply loved.

Now... The only way is this tangible traffic route,
All I hear is an impatient car horn,
Forgive me if it means I am not a better person,
Because, this I had to respond…