I died years ago.  
When I was first born,
Brought up to be the desire of this world.  
When the curtains rise and fall upon the stage of life.  
These were moments of Rejoice and celebration for some,
For me, these were moments of cries and frights.  

I died once again.  
After becoming a teen and,
had to put on the mask of fate.  
A mask that pulls us toward uncharted territories and unforeseen encounters.  
A mask that enables us to navigate the vast seas of fate,
And uncovered the buried treasures of our deepest desires.

I died today.  
when the world becomes silent,
silent to the whispers of time's rhythm,
lost in the echo of a muted lament.
Where I slowly erode away  
Memories of our limited times.

Like frozen meltwater,
I flow down through cracks and crevices  
Of unrelenting rocks and earth,
Meandering through paths unknown.  
And like a candle in a relentless breeze  
I will continue to die.

There's this wall made of silver,
It hides in the bathroom and makes me shiver.
Though it varies in size, its essence remains,
A fate-filled wall reflecting all life's strains.

In just a glance, I am subdued,
Revealing all life's masks that pursued.
A wall of truth of inaudibility,
Reflecting on all life’s history.

This wall of silver will reveal,
What was, what is, and what will.

I **** boredom with 40 mg
of dopamine rush,
and I am not ashamed of it;
There are days I want
to scale mountains, you see,
but boredom usually
takes control of me,
A relentless, cunning foe
devouring my precious time,
I knew I had to do something,
I needed a potent elixir against this foe
that would make it retreat and lay low,
Thankfully, I found sweet remedies
with modern-day sorceries,
Tiny capsules conjured by
witches in white robes;
Now I make neurons
dance in harmony
Although they can end–
up harming me,
I take precious care
to follow the witches' recipes,
Because with these sweet remedies,
I'm able to unleash fiery affairs
and become a maestro of untamed tasks,
A force to be felt and seen;
While I know these moments
shall pass like fleeting comets,
As they grant me focus
with lightning bolt's flash,
I will embrace them,
Every second.

How I wish for
the moon’s embrace
in the nightly skies,
admiring and kissing
its radiant face
and silver shiny skin;

How I long for
it to draw near
fulfilling my heart’s
greatest desire
without pulling us apart;

How I want for
the gravitational pull
of fate, to bring us closer
and make our fate
converged together;

Sadly, reality holds
you from my graps,
and like distant galaxies
We shall remain,
To avoid tidal fluctuations

In distant allure, I am content
with distant love that laments.

I think I have a    
secret housemate who’s    
living in shadows    
of my hidden world,    
A week has passed        
since they tried to    
breach haven free,    
relentlessly;    

I think they    
come to seek    
my will, and    
my secrets,    
highs and lows,    
And now I’m    
caught by an    
unseen–A    
spectral fiend    
deep within;    

I think    
I’m doomed    
because,    
this fiend,    
they take  
over, eating    
my words    
and my  
precious    
conscious;        

I think I have    
a follower,    
a tormentor,    
a whisperer,    
an intruder,    
that hovers  
in shadows,    
to coexist in    
nightmare’s dread;    

I think as day    
goes by, the    
questions grow,    
Who is this presence?    
I still don’t know,
With mystery unsolved    
we persist, in the shadows.