iced coffee filled mason jar
sweating from summer heat
beyond a beverage
it accompanies, relates,
befriends
a sip or two and we're one
presently cool,
boiling past
but tentatively moving
;
iced coffee
wake up, get going
not alone, not stagnant
can't be stuck in the past
can't just be hopeful of the future
start anew, fire up, boil
but don't forget to cool
that's what you are,
how you should be
strong but cool
bending expectations
bittersweet creation
;
a reminder -
we can turn things around
harsh realities are opportunities;
freezing winter: as is
blistering summer: add ice
;
iced coffee
we are one, we can do this

let us jump
inside the ***
of our fantasies,
dreams and aspirations
simmer until tender
embrace each flavor
sweet, bitter, and spicy
mix, into a concoction
be one, be greater
than the sum of our parts
water's fine, come in
blend with me
right here, right now

If we could sing and dance
Under the moon and the stars
Could we play, take chance
Under the moon and stars glowing,
And sticked on your room's ceiling

But Darling, one of us must fold
End this poignant game
Take a risk, be bold
But how, with a pair of aces
Can't seem to read each other's faces

Our cup of desire filled to a brim
When would our boiling blood
Turn into crimson steam
And fill the room with a faint, red shade
From all the love that was made

We have our whitewashed secrets
of adventures and mishaps.
As we peered at the sunset
of people who seemed like
summer,
we were clueless about what
is in the horizon.
Could we now be living
our lives as if everyday is a Monday,
now that the weather has gotten gloomy?
But dear, stick with me,
be always your daydreaming self,
I promise I will try to be
your morning cup of coffee
that would get you through each day.

One of my few regrets
I didn't write that much
Whilst tasting sweet love
Now that once again
Reminded me how bitter it could be
As I try to recall
The beacon of light
In the darkest night,
Honey after countless
Of bee stings
There's a certain sadness
Knowing I should have captured
Every positive feelings derived
Every small things
Mundane events
Everything
At present a scathing,
Idea in my heart and mind
It would take a while
To shake of the bad taste
And by the time the nectar hits me
Countless of love letters written

Why are we here?
Why do we love?
How do we feel?
Is the end near?

Why is there pain?
Who is the one?
Are soulmates real?
Am I insane?

Where's happiness?
Is it pursued?
Or do we wait?
Always sadness?

How should we live?
Like everyone?
Should we travel?
Pack bags and leave?

Why should I ask?
Is it better?
Overthinking?
Not up to task?

Am I ready?
Why is it hard?
When is stable?
When is steady?

Jigsaw puzzle pieces from different sets
compatible shapes
but form meaningless image
as we are connected,
defied what was expected
A beautiful landscape,
Mona Lisa smiling,
alternating absurdity
everything fits but
an inescapable reality
we don't paint the same picture,
we don't belong together