Twig by twig,
living a hollow,
dreaming a nest for the nestlings...
Chirpy screeching voices,
like lullaby to her ears
Awakening her sole purpose
A mother as well as a father figure
To protect
Nothing is too much
She'd feed herself to the tiger if she must
...
Breaking of a new dawn
another day to break
Until her nestlings can leave her nest
But never...
ever...
even so...
They are her own little royals,
forever ...
the only rulers of her life...

Am I blue enough for you?
fallen cold feet in your hot water
has my heart been bruised enough for you?
pounded by your harrowing silence and skyscraping fortress which I cannot crawl into...

These four walls have become a better companion than the ghost of you
They echo my words so that I am less lonely
In a world that I would build someday without you
I would no longer falter into your decoy...

Romance is a Luxury
Reserved for those who were born with enough to live in
Those who laze in lavishness
The educations were wrong
It is not an equal platform where everyone can jump in and stay in
For those without so much fortune, what is its purpose anyway
Romance is a luxury for those with the idle minds
When the merchants are out to play, and people come to seek their goods
Romance is futile, romance is an illusion for those with marriage contracts
For a better stage, for a better filled garage…

the roaring lion inside
reduced to timid ash
***** sheets and empty hearts
calling out from the desert
fata morgana?
a call from the past...
if you were a cube on the sand,
with the hot desert wind
cooling
down
all
hopes
of reconciliation
a ghost of the past
that's what you've become
you chose to be

fly away you falcon,
find another prey
i'll hide until you come back
an illusion of being

Stop crying, you silly girl
what are you crying about
Ridiculous how a hand held can make you weep...
Fingers entwined... warmth... cosy...
Entitlement...

I'm alright...
I'm alright...
I'm alright...

It was silly of me, my mistake for believing what you never meant...
Exchanging plesantries were never meant for anything else,
of course...
Of course...
Forgive my imagination for reading fantasies into things...
My fantasies were all I see and not your intentions...
Petals bloom and wilt... It's your turn to bloom now...
So let me...--
I'll step back now...
Let you enjoy the warm sunlight...
I'm alright...
I'm alright...

Silly girl... what are you on about?...

Opened a piece of memory,
found lost self
Caught a glimpse of her,
is she ever to return ... ?

This world feels cold dark and lonely now
Little miss sunshine, come back here and lighten me up...
Are you still there sometimes?
It feels surreal that once you were real
Where did you go, when did you leave...?
Do I like my current? ...
What is best, what was done?

Self doubt is creativity's sworn nemesis

It all feels blue and cold now, ...

So blue and lost, ...
Deep deep down in like the darkest of the sea
...


I caught a glimpse of you,
and I like you

Will you ever come back?
Are you better than me...?
Were you better than me ... ...?


Time, you do tell,
you and your playful tricks on me...

Why are you more enchanting than The Day?
Sometimes
As my thoughts are more pronounced,
When I can hear them clearly,
Lure me into your darkness,
Sooth, blanket my mind...
Come!
Let's laugh in our own secret little joy...
Let's dance and twirl 'til the sun rises...!
then we'll drift away quietly...
to another land where nobody finds us...