There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.

Hollow is a part of
This filled heart-
That hears the howling wind
From distance as far as the horizon.
No doubt the humidity
In this stranded desert-
No sign of the dead-
Nor the living.
I am a heroine
Of my own story-
Haunted by my own mind.
Right hand clutched above
My beating heart.
A silent prayer to
Be found from the lost
Was made.
And then came a time
I believed in silver lining-
When a horse made with purity
Came to rescue me.
I knew where I was going-
I was going home-
Where I'd be held,
by beloved's hands-
once again.

Here is the big bang!
This orchestra of my heart-
Screams out the supernova in me
Listen,to this rage!
The thirst to reach the stars.
I'm rolling in depths of my own thoughts
Deep,very deep into that rustic hall,
Decorated with pieces of delicate rubies,
The very pieces of gems straight from my heart.


My eyes blinks for a second,
While the pages flips to the next,
Fire of desire-burning the path of my dream away-
Burning that hall away in the center of my mind.
No no,did you say revenge?
This is no ordinary war.
Is a journey from the heart to the mind,
And the mind to the heart-the only shooting range.
The only territory of a daily struggle.
Is the orchestra of my heart,
How can I retreat in disarray?


Time is like rapids we all walk on,
So slippery,that I can barely embrace it
This sweetness so addictive,
I run and run..trying to chase it.
Feeling intoxicated from this deception.
Where am I running to in this world?
I wondered till I bumped into that dead end.
After many days of venturing through every cracks,
And each corners of this illusion.


I believed in darkness.
I believed in the light that comes after it.
I believed in the unknown.
Then I believed every trail I left on this fragile world-
Was trying to connect its dots in the paradise above.
I finally believed I was finding my way home.
For I am not a deception.
I am real.
This orchestra in my heart you hear-
Is a miracle and I am-
living that miracle with
the biggest bang you have ever heard of.

Each strand of hair,
Entwined with memories
Some wither with poison-
Others reborn as flaming flowers.
With roots towards the sun,
Hunger for light-
A need for gravity,
To piece all the-
Truth and warmth,
From a ruthless battle.
Dear fierce fire,
The fight is over.

What verse shall the silent poet utter?
Fingers tapping along the edge
Of a beautiful beast-
O' you, the lost one
Wandering through the gravel road
Fogs and mist
They know you are cold
Less that is known,
Is that you are never alone.

The sky has reached earth
Shattering into crystals
You walk upon a mirror
And have forgotten the dust,the soil.

Breathing slowly into her,
An existence that melts into poetry
A madness like no other-
Of a restless soul
That sees nothing but ecstasy.
An expression that knows no boundary.

Another splash onto that canvas
I see blood, you see vast ocean.
Alas, we both know-
Some love creeps out
From the darkest place,
They swell, they strive-
And suddenly they know not-
How to stop.

Dreamscape; a precious illusion,
Art of the divine-
Alive and twirling,
Adventure brewing silently
Seeping potion of magic-
Into her eyes.

They- the wanderer of the world
She- the lover of life
You-the noble lost soul,
Running in circle-
In this cryptic dream.
I -the silent poet-
The creator of this voyage.

The cracks in the ground,
Captured the old foot prints,
And in return spelled,
Farewell under my sole.
Soliloquies of a wanderer,
Thoughts repeating like a mantra.
Summer comes, summer goes-
I hid behind those hills,
Between the valleys,
Yelled at the peak,
None heard my plea.



My soul desires to blend,
In your gravel made road.
Would you keep me for every summer?
For summer comes, summer goes.
If you let me go,
Who knows when the next time will arrive,
For this wanderer to ever return -
And taste the joy of another sweet escape?

The loyal breeze promises me,
The best is yet to be seen.
I heard the poets write of love,
Within the trails of your palace.
Nature is a beautiful chaos,
Of an unknown universe
And so is poetry.


I walk and chase each and every sunsets,
Without the night wearing me out.
But summer comes, summer goes.

Lust remains to touch the arches of your mountains,
Feel the shade of gold and green.
Swim in the reflection of the milky blue sky,
I’m with strangers,
But with you, I am with no one.


I dream, I dwell and swim in your intoxication,
I breathe in the smell of fresh fire wood.
Hear the cracking of twigs under my feet,
And dance with the evening mist.
Faith will be my grace,
With which I will caress your beauty,
And praise the one above.
For He has given life to lush greenery,
To every waves, ripples and sun beams.


You have become my summer,
I hold your ray in my right,
And your crystal magic on the other,
Summer, look what I have become for you.
A fire ball made of your celestial hues.