“Beneath the willow
She’s singing
Beneath the willow
She’s waiting.

Beneath the willow
Under the willow
Her body
Is now laid to rest”

A simple rhythm
I follow
A simple tune
I hum

A simple song
I used to sing
In those days,
When I was young

But I’m not a kid
Not like the other kids

They form a circle.
Hands held together.
Dance around;
Enjoy singing

I,
On the other hand,
Kept thinking
And thinking.

Why is there a willow?
Why is the woman there?

“Laid to rest”.
How?
Shot, eaten,
Poisoned?

May have died of old age.
May have not.

I wanted to know…
Already 18;
I went into the woods.
Looked for the willow I know

Two before, now three.
To the center willow;
“What was she singing?
Why was she here?”

There was nothing.
Just dead silence.

Asked again,
Yet no response.
Maybe, just maybe
I’m already losing my mind

I needed rest.
Something startled me.
A stone,
Not any kind of stone.

A graveyard stone
So old;
Dirt covered the entirety,
Although I have read these words.

“My beloved Willow,
For whoever finds your grave
Will be your eternal companion”

Is it just me?
Or is my mind on it again?
Doing its tricks,
Because of a graveyard stone?

Wind blew for a moment
As if someone passed by

Then I heard it,
I heard the song.
I saw a woman,
Heard her singing.

I stood there,
Paralyzed

In a long white gown
Hair dangling,
Towards me,
She walked.

Run…
Run!!
RUN!!!
Screaming in my head.

But I couldn’t
She got hold of me

Her hands,
Gripping tightly my arms.
I could not escape,
I could not run

Gripping me,
Still singing

“Beneath the willows
You’re singing
Beneath the willows
You’re waiting

Beneath the willows
Under the willows
Your body
Will be laid to rest”

Her head is up.
Her eyes,
Bloodshot red.
Gazing into my very soul.

“Let go of me
Please let go.”
Remains in my head
No word can I speak.

Feeling heavy
Helpless

As I try,
Making an inch move,
I am slowly devoured.
Not by her.

A willow.
Not two
Not three
Just one ****** willow

Slowly
Crushing me

Can’t get out
Nowhere to escape
STOP!!! STOP!!!
Trying to catch my breath

Agonized, screaming
Endlessly.

NOOOO!!!
Fully consuming me.

Awakened by my mother.
Embrace, she whispers,
“It was all just a dream.
My only beloved Willow”.

Clock strikes 12:00;
Midnight of 24th December.
Out of my comforts
In that cold winter.

Hands in my pocket .
With a thick sweater;
My source of warmth.

I hear the carols; The laughter
I hear the cheers; The stories

I smell the turkey,
The juicy ham,
And that smoked barbecue.

Dangling lights,
Of each city structure.
Glow and flicker,
Warming the cold weather.

People I pass by,
Faces lit with upturned smiles.


“They're enjoying,”
I say to myself
As I feel myself
Enjoying as well

I see couples,
I see families;
Friends having fun

I continue strolling.
Enjoying amidst midnight serenity.

Stars above keep me company.
While I hum to myself Christmas melodies.

“Merry Christmas Ma'am.”
A man sits by a bag only filled for daily living

“Merry Christmas,” I softly replied, sitting next to him.

“Have you eaten, kind sir?
How about a hot meal
In this cold weather?”


To my questions,
He humbly shakes his head
As ‘no’ is his the answer.

“Your company,
More than enough.
This warm porridge,
Could satisfy both of us”

These words with his hand,
On his canine pal in slumber
A trusted companion.


“I see you have a friend
No, a family,
Your family.”
As I see him caress the one sleeping next to him

I stood up after the conversation
“Sir, please wait for me here”

To a nearby restaurant and open shop I ran.
Ordering...
Buying all I could

Both hands of mine
Carrying all I've bought
In a hurry to the man and his friend… No, his family

“Dear Sir,
Let this be a gift
From me to you
Please do accept”.

I gave him all
Those that I've carried
For him, his family.

Tears in his eyes,
He thanked me.
I Couldn't hold back
As I also cried.

His furry companion awakens
Stopping that teary and joyous moment.

Together,
Enjoying in laughter.
Having the Christmas meal,
Amidst the cold weather.

This is a moment
Long to love
Long to treasure

A story
An experience
I would like to have
In the Midnight of 24th December.

[1]
Born from the darkness,
Came from all the agony,
And came to take life.

[2]
Chaos, the name he bears
Written with all shed blood.
That is his name
Who everybody fears.

[3]
His tower of pain
And throne of suffering.
His diadem of greed
With the cape of misfortune.

[4]
What is wanted to exhume
Is what he entombs.
What is to forget?
Is what he reminisces.

[5]
Oh the woe to take
Is the pleasure he seeks.
Even the courageous
Cowards up bring.

[6]
These shackles
These walls
These shards
These thorns

[7]
These are the things
That I should overthrow.
Yet!
Yet I cannot.

[8]
For even the deity that I have
For pure goodwill
The deity that I have
Are all against his will?

[9]
For I am the opposite
I am the good
I am the benevolent
I am the enemy

[10]
I, his enemy
Though benevolent
Though righteous


[11]
I, his enemy
Though honest
Though pure

[12]
I, the enemy
Have fallen in love

[13]
To the one who caused pain?
The one who's ecstatic in wars
Attached to bloodshed
Rules ruthlessly over unforgiven souls

[14]
I fell in love
Yet I have to win
He fell in love
Do I need to win?

[15]
We are opposites
Living the opposites
Opposites that fell in love
Yet one must win

[16]
He is Chaos
And I am Concord
Both to act
How we should act
Both to think
How we should think

[17]
I fell in love
Yet I have to stop
To where I should just be

[18]
He is in love
But has to stop
To where that he should be

[19]
And though pain and suffering,
Would still be consistent,
Good will be there
To make even a little difference

[20]
But I won't win
Nor he will win
Not I to rule
Nor he to rule


[21]
For even Chaos
Only causes chaos
And I, Concord
Would only cause concord

[22]
Both won't be in existence
If one overthrows the other.
Both won't be in existence
If one isn't meant for the other.

They'll surround you
They'll keep you
They'll befriend you
They'll love you

But....

When they don't need you
When they won't want you

They'll leave you

Back to the corner
Again to stay,
As a stranger.

The same room
Same table
Same chair
Same bed

Yet different
Just different

From walls
With pencil drawings
To murals
Much of color

From warm floorboards
Into welcoming chills
Of the tiles

From the old television
Into that cute little printer

From the overflowed drawers
Into a spacious built - in

From that small rolling table
Into that long wooden one

From my playtime on the floor
Into busy work on that
uncomfortable chair

How long has it been?
Since I've grown into this?
How long will it be?
For me to be like this?

So quiet
Yet so loud

A whisper
Yet an echo

Very subtle
Yet lurid

My world
In a picture

That Purple Ocean
Their Universe
Their Biggest Love
That's Us
The BTSARMY

Should I do it?
Can I do it?

When to do it?
How to do it?

I can do it.
I'll do it.

Wait!
I'll just wait....