the scorn of isolation
is what we feel presently
together we join forces
together we heal

I am ready to rehearse
a thousand times
to say love to you
but you are not with me

these summer days
though I’m stuck at home
clothes in my wardrobe
might even wonder
if I’m dead
but feminism in me
keeps me alive

orbs in my dream
draw your attention profusely
with boundless of portrayal
when I open my eyes

chirping birds in the sky
begin assembling pictures of my fantasy
when I scrutinize the artwork
I glimpse a figure of you

I’m your cotton candy
that twirls around your fingers
you promised me to stay by my side
but didn’t you shelter me?
Oh Honey! I’ve melted seeing you every night

you infused energy to my bloodstream,
you brought holly to my home,
you sparked interest to my age.
would you love me the same?

when he is wounded,
his screeches ***** the ears.
when I am wounded,
his ears become deaf to cry.

womb is not the beginning,
ashes are not the ending,
determination is the key to victory.

life is a journey
ain't a termination.

love changes me
love changes you
love changes everything.

even if i fall down
even if i got hurt
my memories are everlasting.

you are a cloudy climate
splattering rain,
you are a sunny climate
streaming heat,
you are a stormy climate
striking light,

you have won this world
with your emotions.

you are my poetry,
I wrote and folded in my dream,
my heart reached its ecstasy,
thinking that it is you.

i wanted to tattoo
your name on my arm,
but there was no ink.

every morning,
you glow my garden graciously
with tuneful songs,
but you forget there was a wilted rose
laying down the grass.

waking up with aspirations,  
are way better than
making up with a fake mask.

if I happen to cry
when you struggle,
I want the same fingers
to wipe away my tears.

your approach has made me realised my age,
would you once again turn me into a child?

when you walk in the sun,
I happen to perspire,
we may be two different bodies
but our feelings are one.

every chaotic walkway,
develops a beautiful runway.

you are my favourite literature,
come and write a poetry
about our amazing journey,
recite to me when everyone sleeps.

you are the shadow to my mirror,
i scan my look at a glance,
sometimes i see it as a straight line,
and it reflects my heart.

the shadow emerges in the mirror,
creates a colorful illusion of our lives,
but i have to bury them,
because i am no longer ingenuous

she grips her hand tightly,
the pain she struggles in nine months,
overjoyed her tears in nine minutes,
and that's the umbilical cord,
she connects her love.