Nothing beats the power, the beauty, and the purity of those two little innocent eyes that stare at you: that which cries but are not sad; that which smiles and puts your corrupted soul to shame. Its mere glimpse has you surrendered; the masks shattered. There's nothing as powerful a mirror as them. There's nothing as divine as them. Try as much as you may, you shall never defeat them, at least not for that brief period of time. It holds you captive, and you would always want to remain so, such is its power of enchantment.

flame of memory
enshrouds the world in darkness
a melted wax drips

To watch the waves of time appear roaring towards the shore with the submerged dreams of yesterday;

To watch the dried-up land of solitude moisten with the tears of hope once again;

To watch the sea swallow the glowing sun as the feet sink into the sand, disappearing beneath the grains of illusion;

To revel in the dusk while the atrocious winds of nostalgia soothes the absence of joy;

To eventually let the darkness consume the sheer being that withstood the cruelty of the spell called life.. all this while.

The sweltering heat
of a burning desire
singes
the memory
of the long forgotten
souls.

The whispers of time
flows like a wind
raging the fire
of remorse.
of hope.

The undulating smoke
of clueless dreams
dissipates
leaving behind
the void
of colossal emptiness.

Where do you hide what I seek?
I search in your voice, when you speak..
I probe your eyes, the ocean deep..
I lie at the door of your secured heart..
Holding on to that golden key
Of hope.
Is that where your treasures you keep?
Let this man have them enrich.
Let its glimmer shine through your eyes;
And, drip through your face,
And settle on the lips:
the broadening of which brightens
the seeker's day!
Give this man the joy he seeks..

My heart stirs.
in fear.
of nostalgia.

of being entrapped
in the raging winds
of happiness.
of sadness.
of fallen hopes.

of putting together
the fragments
of its broken parts, again.

of instilling the belief
that it is all right, again.

of healing, again.

my heart trembles
at every thought
of moments that
once filled with
euphoric charm.
beacuse now, it wrenches
its every corner in endless pain.

my heart skips a beat
everytime there's rain
of memories
as every drop holds
the power
of drowning me
in the ocean of time
again.

the drizzle of sorrow
on a scarred heart
gathers in a series of puddle;
whereupon, the disdainful joy
often jumps, splashing
the drops of melancholy
all over.