I know you sought
for your desires,
I came in short
for my demise.

The towers are lingering
through the faceless shadows of your whim.

I felt as if you’re Thumbelina,
All sweet and big from within.

The tulips fade
as the winter crave
to last for cold a summer winter gaze.

I hear that those,
Chilly winter breeze made you crumble
Beneath that layered wool of lamb.

I followed you
because I felt that even once,
I need to keep myself afar,
from the critics and judgmental eyes.

I know, I must not dwell
In things that I might not feel,
for the legends of those tales
are only but from a quill.

I hate the sound of the howling wind,
as it reminds me of that winter screams.

The ceiling of Cottony clouds, that carry a monotonous crowd.

I escaped reality because I found
that most are just living cows,
bred ‘till fatten but butchered after.

Is this the life I followed?
Or is this just one of many ?
I don’t know ‘coz I am not wary of the things that might come in handy.

I guess that legends
of one’s time
And glitters of one flake will surely be
preserved in a cold winter summer night.

It was the color
of the
rainbow
as I walk down
the street
that made me
feel and
realize that
there are moments
where you
find yourself
in a painting of
black in white.

We keep in
track
of what is going on
and what is
about to happen.

It was at this
mundane scene
where we
find ourselves
reluctantly
struggling to see
the colors
behind the sea.
The sea of ideas
made to
carry
your boat into
the island
of painted walls
and columns.

I realized.
The sweet smiles
behind
the black and
white paintings
where the
feelings and
the memories
that were
captured and
kept in
a small frame
covered with glass
to withstand
the harsh
storms
called time.

The color of the
rainbow
made me
see
the beautiful
scenery
that one
could see.
It was the
picture of
Me
staring at
You
brimming with
happiness and
intricate
Color of smiles
within the
island of
Printed walls
and columns.

Resound poetry!
I don't know if we
Are thinking about bureaucracy  
Or about the same thing. You and me.  

Crept over reality
Jumping over uncertainties.

The crusades of the knight
In the dark starry night,
Is the march for the key
Of opening the light.  

The glass tinted window and
The night winged fellow,
Diving over willows,
Followed by its shadow.  

Silhouette of blind rhymes,
Taking down the front lines
Of every battlefield,
Swindling with fire and greed.  

Crept by the dark,
Followed by the blinding arc.

Raise those sheets and  
Draw those pens,
Let your fellow writers
Defend its fence.  

The war may have been ended by blood and sweat,
But t'was started with blots of ink.  

So get ready for the war of the century,
Armed with quills,
and quire
Filled with figures of poetry,  
Defended with thoughts of independency

...  

Write and be inspired —

It was a desperate moment
When I saw myself
Crawling back to where
I began.

It was a desperate moment
When I thought
Of the good days
And mundane life

It was a desperate moment
When I went out to see
Those beautiful smiles
Carved in your face
With a side dish of rosy cheeks

It was a desperate moment
When I appreciated
The wonder of the city
And the beauty of city lights

It was a desperate moment
When I found myself
Fighting the demons
Inside my head
And searching for a way
Out of this darkness
That eats anything,
May it be light or sound.

I was muffled.

It was this desperate moment
When I wanted to back down
And regret what I did
But the instances
Forebode me of doing so...

I was too late...
It was too late..

To have regrets—