See the perfect blush
I try so hard
I didn't rush
I gently do them bad

Getting you to notice
My spams of feelings
These hundred selfies
Never had you thinking.

Tell someone how you feel,
even if that person won't return it.
It might many frogs to be kissed,
fishes to be caught.
But if you won't give your feelings a try,
you've lost quite a few steps to the right person.

Let the feelings breath love,
let it break,
and let it die,
let it learn to love again.

Whereas we learn to love again,
we earn each passing day
that would take us through the ideal person meant for us.

You'll never know.
Someone's out there miles from you.
Or getting there halfway.
Or just sitting next beside you.
Never be afraid of your feelings,
of being resorted into an unrequited love.

Love someone
cause its sweet
and pure
without expecting the cost.

We sat,
We talked,
Of many things,
And when,
We spoke,
of LOVE.
We're stunned,
In silent.

We cant,
We wont,
We didn't know.
If
its
gonna
be
US.

Can we be friends?

As I walk
along these
empty chances
of broken dreams
Sometimes
its best to leave
should there be pieces
for me to pick up.
And yet you sweep
even the tiniest debris
that I too
so shall time
can never mend
your crumbled
broken heart.
But that's alright
albeit, no matter -
how blind am I
nor how you're done
with love,
Am a stubborn soul
with an improbable luck
aiming still
shooting uncertain
these broken arrows
in the dark.

Your love
is as big as a city
where dreams
sparkle
into glittering gold
and settle down
into dust
at sunset.

It shines like
neon lights,
I couldn't blink
even a single lie;
I fathom can't
your marquee of disguise,
shall I be the truth kindles
in your storyline.

I swayed
in jazz and trumpets,
in bizarre acquaintances,
in colours and rhythms,
and rush of yesteryears;
Still - I know not yet
if the feeling
is what I danced here for.

It bewilders me
if midnights play
hide-and-seek;
Whence I yearn
for you only
over cold nights,
just to be found hidden
'neath your sole sheet.

This place breathes
of smog and grit,
whilst caffeines
are sip of my epiphany
with morning reveries
be risen with clarity
unless I heed ,
quench of the outside rain.

Albeit
the mighty city -
stole me,
cheated me,
despised me,
all of me;
I guess -
It's alright.

I shall hide
out of sight.
hear me whisper
in my quiet slumber
of memories
of seagulls and springtime
and my weary head
way back home.

I smiled
at how you smile
just to see you smile
for someone else's smile.

What truth says?
he's absolute,
What says he?
He's wrong.
Neither what's true to him,
cannot be true to you.
Nor what's good to them,
cannot be true at all.
What do you see,
cannot be truest.
What's right,
isn't always imposed.
Neither what's written,
holds the truth
nor what's spoken
should you follow.
Isn't what god says,
he's the truth?
Vox populi, vox dei,
Hell not to me.
Should I believe what?
Not all truth.
For how I felt,
love is true.

Truth cannot be told,
but one thing is,
that is,
I LOVE YOU.