He smiled
at me,
and suddenly
I forgot...













I was
dreaming
again.

what a well groomed
man he is
with a heart
as cold
as the
winter
wind.

My death will be liberating.

And I do not say that in the sense
that I am going to find a cliff
and take a good jump off.

No.

I am just trying to find a
clever way to tell you

that I do not know what is going
to happen next.

You see,

there is a
fine line
between
dreaming and
mortality

and

I am finding out for myself
that being in love
does not always
involve

being awake.

And for my sake
I fall in love with daydreams,
nightmares,
hazy realities
and

the hung-over idea

of not being enough.

It is all out of my hands.
                 It is all out of time.

And the only thing I have left to do,
now,


is decide.

I was at ease
by the sea shore
wind kissing my skin
sand on my feet
when a sudden flash
of waves came
one,
I lost my breath
two,
the wind hath stopped
three,
all sands in freeze
four,
I only see him
five,
five stupid butterflies
came
and bothered
my own
peaceful
paradise

A leaf hath fin'lly learn
how to let go
from its branch
in the warmth of summer air.

No one heard the sound;
it whisper all the saddest part
how in the midst of its traverse
someone has shown caress

-the love it never had
until it fell on the ground
along
with someone
it had never thought.

We are written
in a script
full of scenes
performed by actors
and actresses
inside us

we laugh
we cry
we face the spot
and act

at the end
every hand claps

all the praises and salute
on what the naked eyes
have seen