Dusts
Wistful
Dry powder
Of lost moments
Specks of melancholy and heartaches
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 1:25 AM UTC
Fleeting episodes
Comet's marigold brilliance
The night of firefly
Teal ocean waves' graceful sways
Lantern lights' dazzling glimmers
The first encounter
Evening rooftop hugs and talks
The late-night dances
Fleeting but never dying
Film tapes caged within my heart
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
The trees and the earth
Both wear a scarlet gown
Tinged with tangerine
Never thought withering
Could be a time entrancing.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 7:46 AM UTC
The sky is austere
No glinting embroidery
Guess she became all jaded
Wearing that pearl-beaded shawl
A sight he took for granted.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
Oh sweet Clementine!
Come out behind those two glens
Sky is your runway
Show us your golden ball gown
Luster, radiant and dazzling
Beauty has no rest
Darkness knows no lacklustre
Heavens change its robe
A black silk with silver beads
Which glimmers breathtakingly.
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 7:02 AM UTC
I once wondered why the clouds
Chose to hold out and not weep
Chose to be a martyr and enshroud
The earth till the little buds leap
As I ponder, the cold wind blows
and like a reminder, I remembered
I must get my umbrella and trench coat
Before I hopped onto that riverboat
And like an idiot, I realize
Why the clouds chose to keep his cries.
Again, I looked out the window
and asked the thoughtful clouds to promise me
That when his burdens reached its crescendo
I'll be fine and he must not hesitate to let go.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
You are there, you are in front of me
I reached my hand towards your face
I do not want to wake up from this reverie
I do not want another moving on phase
But as I open my eyes I see agony
For you are not there in the first place
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 5:56 AM UTC
Cold nights and frost bites
Make me want some cuddle fights
My heart feels colder
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC
My head's full but light
Like a wandering balloon
in a summer azure sky
Gazillion thoughts...
and worries...
and low whispers...
Bouncing into each other
like the very molecules
of the helium pumped inside
when heated or triggered
Can't catch up
with each drifting residents
of the mind palace
Now I can't pluck
which is which that I feel...
that I think about...
Guess I got to deflate now
But how?
Ah! I must sharpened
the tip of pencil,
and let it waltz
until it creates a hole
to let out the air,
for the congested line of thoughts
stranded in a gridlock
may escape the devouring
overcrowded chamber
of different musings.
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
Moon
smiles
Though the sky
Gets dark and sad
Becomes more resplendent,
Luster, an optimistic satellite
Though its alone in the dim firmament
Its sheen does not waver
Gives a wider,
Brighter,
Beam
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC