inkblots
are blackholes

warp to another dimension
an abyss
stare at it long enough
and they come right at
you

a starless night
where the sky
is your canvas

the power of
your imagination
turns ink and paper
to any possibility
you wish it to be

rip through reality
through time and


s p a c e

I stand alone and you are the radiant light
that shines for everyone.
You can be my world and I will be the satellite.
I will always be there looking, watching,
waiting from a distance.

I pray for the day that we could be together
but I fear that we will be hurt (you more so) if
I crash into you.

So I continue to spin and dance around your space,
forever looking at you,
forever tormented by you.

The face of agony is beauty corrupted.

Her voice, strong as the sound of thunder
rises above the noise and din.
I am enthralled as if by a Siren,
an echo through time
an eastern rose
reaching out to me.


I find myself staring at those eyes of yours
for a long time
the unblinking eyes of a portrait
that perfectly captured your spirit,
your beauty, that moment.


But it pains me to say that I fell for you,
that I want to be closer to you,
to hear your voice as you are in front of me,
to want just one single touch

because all you get from the dead is cold silence.

In this mad cruel world, all of us search for things:
whether it's a place to call home,
a lover,
old friends,
happiness,

We walk on to the future.
It is through our journey that we unravel our stories
and see the threads intertwined
In the pathways of destiny, of fate,
we soldier on.

All these are laid before us.
Be happy, laugh, love.
Be sad, cry, and find hope.
You may lose your way but always remember there are others with you,
also searching, looking.
Don't you give up.

All these things only make fulfilling your desire better,
the time that you will say:
"I'm home"
"I found you"
"Welcome back"

the longer that I stare into your eyes, the more that they look like the cosmos.
it was as if the universe decided to preserve itself in you (for whatever purpose, I will never know).

I would like to see with those eyes of yours for just a day,
to look at the world as you see it,

and maybe I'll now know how you see me.

I will always fondly remember the day I first saw you
The golden warmth of the morning sun, the young fertile minds that came rushing along the corridors
The ascending buzz of new faces & old friends
and then you came, my muse, there you are with a beauty that striked every heart
a smile that disarmed me
a purity that glowed a radiant white

I knew for certain at that moment that I no longer owned my heart

In secrecy, I adored you
In your shadow, I cherished you
I longed for you, my queen, my starlight, my sunrise
to hold your hand, to feel the warmth in my own hand
to kiss those lips, that forbidden joy
I want to put these arms around you, to lift you up & take you higher than the heavens above
I want to make you feel my love, you angel with gossamer wings

This love that will never be

I know you are not mine but I love you and this is forever
You may be far but you will never be gone
After all, how can someone who was never yours leave?

You wore a dress as white as snow that day, my darling
as pure as clouds on a fine April morning.
Your skin was like porcelain. Fragile, treasured.
I remember the smell of flowers, lovely flowers, scattered about.
But compared to you, yours is a beauty that will never wilt.
Your blood-red lips, locks as dark as a starless night, the calm, serene look in your face amidst all the commotion.
I remember all of these.

You were a sight that made my heart sing. You were a beauty frozen in time.
But on that day that I will always remember, I wept with the angels.

Because that was the day that you were laid to rest.
That was my last memory with you.