Eyes gentle and not crooked,
Lips sealed in truth and not bitterness,
Heart kind and loving,
Mind intelligent and wise.
Body confident and joyful.
Its beauty,it starts from the mind.

In front of a tree
Kneeling down
Who do you see
Whispering words to the air
Teary eyes
What have you shared


Then, the unexplained happened
Out of the blue
Seems birds are singing
Simply for you
One branch of the tree
Extended like arm
And the leaves
Turned into
Some magical hands

Touching your hair
Caressing your back
Oh, my! This is impossible
My eyes are under attack
I don't believe in holy ghost
This is just a dream
Nightmares catches me almost
Into its raging stream


So I just close my eyes
And when I open it
Indeed, my eyes didn't betrayed me twice
The man that I saw is gone
Nothing at all
But the tree and me


The journey of the night
Reaches its dawn
I did not unlock the bolt
I still have the key


Now I wonder
What will happen
What would I see
If I've tried to knelt down
In front of that tree



7-5-2016
Mysterious Aries

I was once asked
"where is home,
if not your house?"
My heart wanted to say
"wherever there is love,
and trust, brother."
My brain urged otherwise,
and so my response was only
"wherever you lay your head,
that night"

Squeezed by society,
But not getting crushed.
Morals tested and despised,
Not appreciated,but degraded.
Deeply perplexed by nowadays,
But not in despair.
Therefore do not lose heart.
Nor grow weary of doing good.

Always be hopeful of what's to come.

I miss you,
when the wind flows like music
through the trees.
And I hear it as I once did your laughter.
I miss you,
when the sun sets
and I see it as I once did your smile
beneath your now sorrowed eyes.
I miss you,
when the stars hang high
and I find myself cold and alone in the dark,
for lack of your warmth.
But I miss you most at night,
when I wake up in an empty bed
searching for what's not there.

ocean, song of a dark
night, me so jealous
i weep.

Bold and beautifully painted,
Lovingly created,
Artistically put together,
Coloured with loving thoughts.
K**eenly complete.

TRUST
                Hard to build,
         Easy to break.
    well I bring a new proposal,
How about we start trusting people like people?
Like not expecting perfection,
   Like trusting but giving space,
The way we trust is a burden.
   We give people superior expectations,
               Trust in such a way that you realise you're trusting a human being . And that human being may fall short of your expectations,trust is real in love,in love trust is knowing that someone may not be perfect but still trust them because you love them and they're worth it.

I'd be on a home book shelf,
Yearning to be read,
Yet failing to open myself..
In colour I'd be blue and red.
Hand written in cursive,
Containing an inspirational story.
And some poetry quite exclusive,
And the hope of glory.

  I'd be a manuscript...
    Incomplete.
     Yet to have my final touches.
Hoping my dreams don't burn to ashes,
      And my author publishes me,
       To teach and inspire,
         To bring forth glee
           Be placed in a library,
              And build an empire.
If I were a book,
I'd still have dreams...
If I were a book,
I'd still dream my dreams.