Hello.

Sitting cross-legged in a Subway
Doors open and close repeatedly
Footsteps resounding every now and then
A pair of daily sport shoes stopped.
Saying something certainly in human language
Listening with full attention, well understood.

You should go?

Stood for awhile in silence and handed me a ticket
Stretching out a hand, and feeling the warmth coming from the other end

You should go.

Begging the heart not to tremble upon whispers that just speak to the delicate night.

A third down my life
Assuming living till 75 or so
I stood with pride
Waving profusely towards the younger me
Vulnerable age
Anxiously lost

Yet,
I seek for your salvation and comfort
So Brave, Silly and Bold
Even in great fear you step out for the unknown

Applause for your courage
Appreciate your sincerity
Adore your ignorance

Mostly
Being Awkward with yourself
Avoiding intimidation with the world

Used to loath the sight of humans
Endless introductions
Just drained the helpless soul

A third down the road
Accepting new faces
Enjoying small talks

Occasionally misplaced myself as well

Still,
I Am become a statement to hold
At ease with my presence

Do you hear
A teeny bit of uneasiness.

The sun still as ravishing as usual
Stretching out my stubborn hand
Oblivious to the unattainable distance

Sitting on the bus as I wrote
Pulsing to the beat of the on boarding passengers
Thoughts wandered off many a time

Agitation might fit in the verse
Staring at the pigmented liquid interrupted by insensitivity

Perhaps just another routined day
The water is still
Yet, runs deep
Initiating an elusive equation

Relatively Unknown

Muted
A way of speech

Stay Muted
What's being said
What's being heard
Yet, entertained by none
Still, unwelcome by much

Shy of the resound,
but thirst for the silenced to be heeded
Nonetheless.

Just a malamute
Howling in the chaos
Deserted in bold wording.

Drowned in love
A simply blissful day
Embraced by your sincere warmth
Not too temperamental
Emboldened perhaps by the sun
Soul is cleansed
The cup is 2/3 full.

Showered by years of memory
Thankfulness is the word indeed
Not wishing for everlasting
Just the moment with you and me

And thoughts of us broaden your rosy cheeks
And thoughts of me lifted your anxieties.

Been a long while
Since the heart is enlightened
By thoughts that swirled
Paying attention
To the tiniest sound

Late night liquid down the chat
Filled up the missing gaps
We'd grown so much independently
Frankly voiced out traces of life
Learnt well,taught well, stood well

Proud to be individuals
Not confined in others eyes
We live our souls
Acknowledged every breath with
Thanks noted.
And constant sorry.

Been awhile since thoughts speak
Pen and paper waiting to be picked
Yet none of it came in a blink
Left the unspoken ink to leak

Words don't sync in ease
Caught up to make the flow in peace
Much frustrations buried in blank space
Sheets of incomplete doesn't make a fickle sense

Even this piece was harshly inked
Wander off in planned mimic
Just a starter to fill the sheet
Next to be unpretty stories among the beauties