she cries,
grateful
to this
one thing
that never
get tired
of witnessing
all her soundless
pain
within

The wind blew down
On the entire place it held.
Leaves fell down from branches
It’s autumn; an ending again.

The season hath changed
For reasons we’ve seen.
But a farewell waves
I’m scared again to give a peek.

Years ago we held our hands
This tree of strength, it witnessed all.
We took an ought; a promise of innocence
With our young hearts, we thought it all.

‘Twas all been done; the season had ended.
Yeah, we’ve now in different roads.
But under the same sky we stand
With hearts unwanting to look behind.

‘Twas all been gone; the last leaf had fallen
A new will sprout; a beginning again.
Life is a cycle; it ends and starts.
But love for me won’t dare; for ‘twas never been round.

It won't be long I'm quiet sure
Relief will come after the night.
These million sighs with tears in flow
Will soon gets tire without a flaw.

It won't be long I knew it true
Beneath the pain I had it thru.
These blades of scars will surely fade.
I'll fake a smile but true in a decade.

I'll now turn my back
I now won't come back.
In this place of dark when moon hath hid
The same hour you waved for endless byes.

We*
     Are
The
       Scribes
Of
*Word and the paper is but our playground.

My body trembled as those odd memories keeps in and out of my mind
Untold stories invade my inside
As my tongue tastes the bitterness of the words and exploring for the sentences to be told
My throat composes sounds of agony
As the darkness continues on thrusting itself into my chastity
The emptiness keeps on toying the zenith of my thoughts and searching in every inch of my conscience.

I can’t hold t anymore,
I scream!!!
I explode all the forgotten feelings inside of me
The painful juice of defeat is standing in front of me
Staring closely at my face, laughing victoriously
I’m all-in,
I discern the devilish grin of my past and it began to swallow my left energy

My apathetic eyes abate into bleariness
My lips involuntarily shut as I hold onto the collected sounds inside my throat
I bury myself into the depth of cold nights
I’m exhausted….
Maybe it’s time to release…
It’s time to let go all of my agitation and let myself drown within pleasurable dreams.

Once, I rode a ride.
Twice, I saw the life.
Thrice, I hang on there.
Now, regrets I have.

The last time knocks; clock’s small hand stopped
A sign to wave a hand with sigh of laugh and willing mind.
I, then stepped a foot in an endless creepy painful woe
The only thing I should have done before the start.