Rich or not
We all have got
Chances in lifetime
To live quite sublime.

More rich people become richer
And the majority poor more poorer
It's not how much money brings boost
But having enjoyed life not its cost.

Healthy body makes an active mind
Once sick can't make good things rewind
Beware of taking too much of everything
Good health is wealth and the best thing.

Resting on bed
Smiling to greet visitors
awaiting my death!

Just to let you know my dear,
every moment I wish you're near.
no one else I have dream about,
never will this romantic love falls out...
yes, this is genuine please don't doubt.

Let me discern your feeling,
yearning for your love is exciting.
never will my heart cease in hoping.

Be my darling that I adore,
and I will not ask for more.
let me dream of tomorrow,
to see you ease my sorrow.
and though you seem to ignore,
zealous love of mine will explore.
at least through this humble poetry,
real adoration I express to you today.

You sweetly utter my name
But you love another dame

Your love I know
Is only for a show

Your kisses on my lips
Excites hatred that sips

Your touch on my skin
Is like a penetrating pin

Your hugs on my hip
Is like anaconda's grip

You can not fool me now
I shall forget you somehow

This foolish love is a disease
That has to to be cured to cease

Is the only way this hurting pain
Can vanish with freedom to gain

I love you...
But you love another, .
And he loves you back.
Your bond has been strong.

I love you very much...
A feeling I cannot live without,
And I must do what I think is right;
To let go of the love you have for him.

I love you till the end...
Arduous emotion I will cherish,
In my heart I always hold you dear;
Even if this means breaking my love for you.

A still life
Being alive in space
Seeing through the mind
Gazing at the blank wall across
Comprehension is beyond this world
Understanding nothing but own melancholy
That resides in the abyss of emotion
Residual sentiments accumulate
A weight gaining inside
A still life.

Often times the pain stings,
Left part of the arm it clings.
In the middle sternum lingers,
Valve of aorta seems calcified.
Infusing blood quite irregular,
As life flows in intermittent.

Many times breath is shallow,
Or becomes rapidly gasping.
Risk is enclosing to the end,
As though death is certain.
Groping into myriad veins,
And whispers sad lullaby.
Birth itself a mark of death,
Reasons cannot even defy.
A reality that is destined...
That life has finite end,
On earth for all of us!