desire for a hand
to dig deep under;
reach for the unwanted
Take a hold
tangled fingers
intertwined
Caressing the pain with your soft thumb—
embrace the weak with your words,
watch the sail of your effect
trembling within soft whispers:"I am here".

Silence of contentment filled the air
Assurance of acceptance, a feeling you had long wanted to have.
Let the aura carry you home
Have you made it?


- Moza

Tiptoe to my nights
with tender steps
Unlock the windows open
Guide my thoughts to where they belong

Sing me a lullaby of your presence
On a moonlight night in September
the warm light falls upon her window
your shadow twinkling over
breathing her in
ethereally
The moon once watched melancholy


- Moza

In a world that so easily
shuns you,
when you forget
to love yourself,
i
will steady
your hand,
when you're losing
your grip.

My imaginary friend
one i take my midnight adventures with
who i lean on to
Are you tired of wondering into the seas of my thoughts?
Are the waves too violent for us to swim further?

Every time you pick your head up, the fierce waves hit harder than the last
Are you holding on tight to our board?
One that builds hope and expectations

You know me better
I'd rather fall into the deep ocean
No board will float us up


— Moza

"Why me?" You ask,
never the first, I think the last

I recklessly let my heart lose itself,
to the mere of unending stops
I wonder where my mind would guide my fortune
are they meeting, once and for all?

"It's our winding path" I answered.



- Moza

This isn’t for you
Affectionately aimed at my own  
This isn't for you
This is for the times I let myself fall into the deep

This isn't for you
This is for the thoughts that I dealt with
This isn’t for you
This is for the loss of souls

This isn’t for you
This is for the intentions I’ve let down
This isn’t for you
This is for my tired soul


This isn’t for you

This is for me not to lose myself
Reservate this living

The selfish part of me wants to exist—
For me

There is only one warmth in her embrace,
and it carries no allure
Vagrant hearts
Longed for home to call.

Hearts dwelled deep
Lip-synched to the ceiling as it muttered to her: "Dance under my roof, let loose of the chaos",
welcomes weary souls into it's warmth.

Fold the memories to last,
this is our sanctuary.

The skies cry
patting my wounded skin with every drop—
washing my writhed eyes
hiding my ache
Hands move steadily
taking out my umbrella like it's my only shelter
As light As the raindrops were,
the little puddles reflected my heavy soul.

The umbrella she once held;
couldn't cover her own tears.


- Moza

You owe me laughters
A cup of coffee shared with blended souls, poured in strong bonds
Conversations surround my floating thoughts
Clement aurora swirls in starry dooms
Acquainted to the bitter scathing dreams

You owe me a mother’s touch
The freedom of dubiety
A prayer

Not on your nelly, I am forgiving you.