Your eyes sang the song of loss
And I recognized the chorus

you're

always on my mind
when I look back on the memories
of us
what ifs

always on my mouth
when I murmur words
to myself
what ifs

always on my fingers
when I type these words
for you
what ifs

always on my eyes
when I read all your poems
for me
what ifs

always will be in my heart
like a permanent vein
carrying blood
reminding me
that you're always be my maybe

If only you could see things through my eyes
It's not the greens that caught it, dear
It's neither the birds flying in the sky so pink
Nor the purple silhouette of the mountains

If you could see things through my bare eyes
It's the blurry lights on the street that were so clear
It's not the omens of the bitter coming
It is you that did

I reminisce about the conversations I had yesterday
I reminisce about tomorrow, all those obliged conversations I know I won't like
I am so nostalgic
Why so?
Except when everything else is awfully quiet
My own knowledge is a self-distraction
And no point of views are allowed interjections
I reminisce about this melody
It always plays out in my head
Like a walking party
Such a quicksand!
The more I move the deeper I sink into myself

i just wanted you to know
that I've been reading your poems
your stories
your heart
and I too
bleed for these words
like you
and I hope
you read mine too
when your heart
seek for words

Most days, I want to get away.
Most day I do not know what to say.
Still, I try.
Sometimes I even
do too much.
The line is always blurred to me.
Maybe that is why I am always
crossing it.
I respect people's boundaries.
The biggest problem;
I do not respect my own.
I give,
a lot.
There are some pieces of me
I will never get back.
They say you live and you learn.
I would like to say that the lessons are
sticking.
And as that big hand keeps on
ticking-

I realize that there is,

still,


so much time.