There were days
when I just knew
that it was no better
than last summer,
or even the first
day of this year.
If I stayed within this
circle of fear,
waiting for the
blizzard to pass,
I would forever remain
a raindrop, instead of thunder.
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 11:40 PM UTC
how it feels
returning to the suburbia,
walking past couples
eating chilly popsicles
from each other’s hands,
while kids fall on the pavements —
not a worry, not a melee —
as the first full moon,
overlooking us,
beyond the double pulses
built at the epicentre,
witnesses all the
wild, harsh river flows
that taught us life.
I am not the melodramatic aristocrat;
you are the forgetful, envious plutocrat.
will you make it through January
when I still linger with December?
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC
George pleaded for his life,
begged to breathe, requested
the continuity of his own existence
before the lynch, with a knee
on the commemoration day
of many lives that have burned in vain —
violent resistance in detention,
a fabrication out of desperation,
when all they had was the sick joy
of seeing an innocent in pain,
fell silent and motionless
once and for all,
and he too has burned in vain.
Do not let that be a fact.
Eric waits, and now
George too.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 7:21 PM UTC
I am fixing the racetrack
where all the thoughts there
have turned black,
reclaiming my isolated dignity,
retraining every part of my thoughts,
connecting every incomplete dot
which will lead me to the adjacent poles
that are satisfied with their own nature.
Science taught me nothing but
selective decision and a sense of entrapment.
Whisper to your pillow before
every intentional breath
“Am I just a vehicle to every unidentifiable selfishness, or am I just living up to my own means?”
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
the love
is for us to hold in high affinity,
and to be protected like our sanity.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
When you asked me
for the only direction
to the campsite of Holy Aurora,
I fed you with the temptation,
and when you laid the blanket
I made you the bed instead.
I was already underneath the lake,
and I extended my hand to you,
waiting for you to realise
that there is nothing at stake,
and there is no wrong in being true.
When you talked to me
about the fiery, empty sunset,
there were devils that lingered and smiled.
I painted clouds and rainbows
for you to be sheltered from,
partook in a deep sigh and grew.
You were awakened
by the smell of the brewed coffee,
filled with our joy and contentment.
You were no longer in a daze,
forever buried in the strong aftertaste.
Stay within my sight,
and touch me with all your might.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
There are lives
that have died and gone to waste,
but there are also lives
that are well-lived, yet already gone to waste.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
You burn the box
and set the ring of fire.
You tame the fox
and set up the wings of desire.
How can I walk away?
Let me in.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
this is the city of faith,
the city of doubt,
discipline overrated,
tough will is decisive,
the decider, the dictator,
in the grey, hazy morning,
try your best to make it,
celebrate all the symbols,
conceding mimicking rats,
satisfy the prowling big cats,
pick whatever that is left
in your accustomed route,
and push through it
till the death of the sun
in each of your weary runs.
all hail the lost souls,
see you in the city hall
at the end of the day.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 8:07 PM UTC
the wilderness
in a soul that is scattered
all over this vast, empty universe,
always challenged,
left without any apparent
guidance, nor any cult,
firm formulae,
we are that only soul,
slow, without direction, colliding
all over this hazardous place,
relying on our instinct
and complicated mind,
the component of each particle
is intense, non-binary,
and it helps us to disrupt
the pattern of our non-existence,
and therefore, yes,
here we are.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC