Encased in massive concrete jungle,
We’re bound to lose
Our ties with nature,
It seems that
Going back’s a struggle,
Corrupting comfort yearns to bait us.
I wish that life
Could pause the racing,
And give us time
Time to feel the pleasure,
Let’s let ourselves enjoy green laces
Of fresh brisk grass, the emerald treasure.
Let’s not avoid the rain
And puddles,
Let’s listen
To the wind’s hoarse whispers,
Immerse in lake’s
Soothing cuddles,
Embrace the nature as our keeper.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 2:57 PM UTC
From being a naive kid
To being an independent adult,
And at last becoming just a memory.
Time will always be a frightening concept,
But one that piques my interest
Endlessly.
The insatiable desire to move forward,
But to look back at the mistakes
One has once made.
There’s no rush,
Time is up.
Seize the day,
But think twice,
Choosing pace for your life,
Choosing beat to your heart,
Is a quest we lose ourselves in
Sometimes.
Run forward,
Look backward ,
Stumble and fall.
Fall into the depths,
Sink into past grief.
Hit the rock bottom
And sleep.
Mourning can’t be
A remedy for the sadness.
It garners fury within,
And will always end with misfortune.
Winds will rage,
Fires will burn,
Waters will rise,
Leaves will fall in the fall,
But when dust settles,
The sky clears,
The cycle will do its own,
And all will be forgiven, forgotten, reborn.
There’s a new day,
Another shot to take, another go.
Run forward,
Look forward,
Tread lightly on sands of time,
Still stumble, still struggle,
But with sight set on future,
Strength to persist you will find,
And thrive.
Not a grain escapes the hourglass,
Every stone will be changed by the water,
But my will to live and the memories I leave behind,
will stand the test of time.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 1:29 PM UTC
Somewhere across oceans and lands,
Proof of love and flowers lie hidden in plain sight,
Streaks of hair laced with gold strands,
Her blue eyes shine a bright light.
Somewhere in a small town halfway across the world,
A fervent flower blossoms in wait for me,
I long for the day her hand I will hold,
Look into her eyes and love I see.
And when the winds of fate at last align,
Through oceans deep and fields of endless green,
I'll fold her in my arms,
Her soul in mine,
Two hearts as one,
Where distance is never seen
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:43 PM UTC
Beyond the amber rings' embrace,
There blooms a flower no storm can chase,
A peony with elegance and grace,
Her petals outshine even the darkest days.
It is not by choice that we are apart,
But by strings of fate that do not align,
Is it her voice that has my heart,
Or is it her presence that is so divine?
I choose to linger at the edge of Saturn's ring,
My heart falters at the thought of the inevitable,
Why can she not let my heart sing,
When her mark on me is indelible?
When Saturn claims her gentle light,
And pulls her slowly out of view,
Where will I go and what will I do,
When even silence speaks of you?
For some loves are not meant to stay,
But to pass like comets through the night,
Not ours to keep or cage in hand,
Only to witness in their flight.
At last I end up a stargazer,
For a peony by the name Roxanne,
Whose bloom still colors all my skies,
Though I may never see her again.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:39 PM UTC