b l i n k,
b l i n k,
b l i n k,

watch the waves and the shore
reunite like star-crossed lovers;
them and their interlocking fingers
before the ocean and the others could keep them apart

t h i n k,
t h i n k,
t h i n k,

of the times you yearned to be free
and embraced by the ripples you hear in your sleep;
where the sun didn’t scorch your skin as much as it should be
because it was nice for once;
because everything felt 'nice' for once
and then you would start asking for more
more of the sun,
more of the ocean;
more of the 'nice'
but what is nice may not be nice at all
your utmost peak may become your greatest downfall
but let me tell you that
you may have more of the sun;
you may have more than you think,
and you may have more of the sea
but don’t you ever

s i n k,
s i n k,
s i n k

I live in a bleak block of butter,
And then I wonder suddenly of the splendor
d r a p e d  
in dehydrated dandelions
I call my home

As I saunter inside my sweetcorn shell,
I  s w o o n
over the scent of my dad’s cooking,
and over the symphony of laughter resonating
within these four walls
so I could call it home

I’m entrapped in its grasp
since it ensures my ‘safety’,
it’s a prison that entertains,
but never enlivens me
Filled but  e m p t y;
this is not my home

this is my heart in all its raw glory
dipped in red hues; binded by blues
wires attached, pulsing electricity
throughout my entirety

teach your eyes to tell me a story,
wear rose-tinted lenses,
and see the world in pink and pretty
unravel sunsets by the beaches we have never been to
as my fingers nearly but never will touch you

my colors are namely grey, blue and sad
if it was my fault, then i'm sorry, my bad
stalactites drip from my faulty faucets
for my heart is a mess,
but it's all yours if you take it

Dear Tsukoyomi
Shine brighter, never dimmer
My dearest moonlight