the memories when come upon
shred heart to pieces
the mole on the right side of your forehead
the creases next to your eyes
your beautiful smile lines
knowing the warmth of your hand was comfort
holding your icy cold was terrible agony
beloved was buried, unseen to others
so was a piece of my heart.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 7:08 AM UTC
The first drop of honeydew,
the divine sweetness that I never knew,
It's all artificial that, much I'm aware
But God Forbidden,
it's hard to bear.
One by one, these pills,
I clasp in one hand
and pour water to run them down quickly,
slowly, they take their roots
grew out, only to turn out so beautifully
a shame it's a sight only I can see.
somehow, it made me realize that they are
like blossoming roses just for me
a whole garden has been opened
funnily enough,
I've become a gardener of this ecstasy,
I've arrived Knowingly and unknowingly.
to the door which I've opened
where I'm welcomed and beloved
by only those lovingly me
tenderly.
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC
under the cloudy mesmerizing skies,
reflecting vast ocean,
far away from it,
on a mountain cliff,
somehow a sea conch found itself.
At some point in time,
it was one within the ocean,
but it no longer matters how they surrounded one another,
the rush, the caress, the spill
the push aside from the brine on the shore;
kids walking along there found it and started playing with it;
one threw it so far and hard that,
the pitiful conch ended up on the mountain cliffside
and now it sits far away but look!
cruelty of fate,
now it cannot turn itself away but watch and reminisce;
as long as it exists.
the sea conch recalled --- when dawn breakthrough;
it was a sight to behold, light as small as dust spectacle;
turning into fiery engulfing then all-consuming but
becoming serene ---- oh so so blue!
reflecting it remembered--- when dusk arrived, tiptoeing
mischievously sometimes purple, orange, green,
a mix of those all and colors it could hardly gauge.
The midnight scene was a secret,
it chose to keep it to itself, never to be revealed.
the push of the waves and the pull of it
under shimmering skies;
the sea conch along with cliff grew old
and a very long time had passed
only for it to realize
that sea conch had been in love with the ocean for a very long time.
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC