I want the world to admire me from a distance
To say in sub par prose
She did not try to be different
She just loved completely

I kissed you atop the Grand Canyon
You were better than the view
As the moon rose to greet the night
I kissed you until morning light

Not even maps could lead men to find
Where I buried my heart that day
I wait longingly for your fateful return
How long can this feeling within me burn

in the gentle breeze,
tree branches sway gracefully
mum sings lullaby.
1/2/2020

They say,
if you throw a frog
in boiling water
it will hop right out.

But, if you turn
up the heat
slowly,
it will boil to death. 

I did not realize
that the heat
was inching
upwards
and upwards.

I was swimming
in burning water,
in blissful ignorance
of when
it would all come
crash down.

I did not know
that I was boiling.

He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come