Spools on the coat
A stray hair like spun gold
On the sun
Worn-out makeup
Fresh cinnamon bun
And a coffee cup
On the run
You’re stuck in my throat
I’d travel abroad
Not to see your face
But you course through my veins
And a picture of you
Is supplied to my brain
Any time I seem to forget
You persist
Like a poisonous thorn
In every breath
That I try to release
You’re always reborn
In my messy hair
In my puffy face
In my bitten nails
In the coffee stain
In my scattered day -
In every grain of it
You remain
In the morning fog
In the evening haze
In the cluttered desk
And the endless maze
Of my daily tasks
And the city’s pace
You live
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 12:54 AM UTC
I tried touching you
With my fingertips
(But you melted like a mist)
I tried capturing your features
Through half-closed eyelids
And through a keyhole dark
In the night’s embrace
Through a door gap thin
In the daylight’s face
I tried to see
If you were mad at me
In vain
Not a photograph
But a blurry snap
Poorly painted draft
Of your silhouette
In the dark of room
We talk tête-à-tête
But your lips are mute
And I doubt… what’s that?
Is it a cigarette…
Or it's just a pen?
But before I know
I’ll wake up again
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 6:55 PM UTC
stop being idle
before you become useless
why your success is ebbs and flows?!
no time to dawdle
though inspiration may be elusive
it's only a part of the whole
hard work pays off, so...
astound, conquer, enthrall
Efforts exalt
Inaction stalls
p.s. lately i've been feeling stagnated
i can't help it i just hate it...
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC