the phases of moon devoir every night
I get more far away,
these days repeating themselves,
a miser might know better,
collective thieves,
and the charmers of the night,
just want to be better than yesterday,
yet the undeservings won,
but till when, until then
so many questions have been asked,
so many have got unanswered,
can this be called crescent

I thought it was my reward for everything I went through
but,
it's just another thing I have to go through.
it's the thin line,
where the failure sunk deep.

what will tomorrow bring I don't know,
I hope that the chaos that surrounds me, end.
When I open windows of my home
I just want to be somewhere but not here,
the olive bench or the pink sunset,
the broken armchair or the white mirror,
I might live my dream from tomorrow,
or I might change my dream tomorrow.

A Sunday market,
with ticking clocks or beautiful necklaces hanging down.
A city known or unknown,
all places can be home
if only I can act like I'm a portrait
of a girl sitting down on her bed,
with no chaos that surrounds her,
just waiting for tomorrow to begin again.

the fluorescent screen 2ft away,
rusty noise, dull winds
and a bent tree,
the dystopia was already mounted
the oblivion already surrounded
and i really liked the way,
ink was flowing from my pen,
the curves of k noticed
yet when the sun set,
it went unnoticed.

the chaos has returned
but had it ever left?
the dazzling city lights or the emptiness in the heart,
or the beauty of wrong decisions,
which led us onto this path.

one who is unknown to the beauty
of art, or one who has been betrayed,
all standstill, travelling on the same roads tonight.

sunshine and empty yellow sky, laughter echoing till cheeks turn red,
the town that screamed home
no longer suffices me
You're no longer here
the streets don't scream home
anymore.
in this ephemeral waves
we've only connections that stay,
and thus,
the sidewalk still has our footprints left.

we died in heaven now we are in hell
the petals have dried up
same as my thoughts
wandering inside out
the pain has made me numb
so has the dry winter
keeping you near,
as I wither,
but Mahira said its alright to fall in love with her
and so I did.