its 2:34 A.M.

the city lights are covered by curtains i don't remember shutting
i can feel my trembling hand
but i can’t see it

the ink black atmosphere that wraps around me
reminded me of no one

that i was alone.
that i am alone.
that i’d be alone.

so I made a mistake
i welcomed the monster underneath my bed
gave her a name
and let her take mine.

i know she’s the monster everyones supposed to fear
but once you're really alone
even the monster underneath your bed is someone you can talk to

we got close
maybe a little too close

she snuck through me
and i breathed her in.

now, i am cracked.
i am shards and spilled ink.
my teeth hold me back like I'm a prisoner within myself
i am reduced to nothing but empty words
leaving no trace of who i used to be
the world roared and swallowed me

i’m gone.

its 5:48 A.M.
the marigold light finally peeks its eyes through the distant echoes and silences
but its no use
i guess monsters aren't the worst things after all.

the gold trapped in my dark eyes
could make flowers grow
but the rain and crystal water in yours
could make them flourish

s.s

A fruit, tasting truly different, it was what I needed,
because in every bite, it satiated my desire, inexpressible
I climbed to the top branch of the fruit tree and
plucked the most sun drenched juicy one gleaming.

But it didn't put out the fire raging in my heart, though
the sweet fruit made me withdraw and be quiet
for a short while and then I went in search of another
when it dawned on me that it's a rare root, with
magical effects, that the nomads collect from hidden woods,
and it is the stuff used at the  dead of night for alchemy
the chemical work that makes even the cheapest metal gold!

I went seeking a girl,who was described in revelations--
her bewitching beauty, haunting eyes and the songs she sung
promised many things to my heart and I couldn't sleep
after the time I met  fleetingly, that seductive dame.
She was from a world different, her heart was unlike
any one else's I have known, yet I told her I still do search,
as it was a puzzle still, why beauty beacons me !

The black forest winds and waters, the flowers everywhere,
I needed to be alone with myself, when my heart stirred,
heard a little bird chirping that said" You make me calm,
where did you find the poem you just read aloud?"
Suddenly I have woken up from the dream I had fallen into,
eyes lit with beauty, munching a fruit, my favorite
book of poetry in hand,I went to my love, to read it aloud
to her and mull the beauty together, get rejuvenated.

Live your life as if there is no man of your dreams.
Live your life as if you will never marry or have kids.

Provide for yourself and make the lifestyle you want alone.
Don't expect anyone to come save you.

That's what men do.

They don't wait for anything or anyone.
Neither should you.

i miss you like a lunar eclipse.
you dont cross my mind 364 days out of 365
but every four years
a total eclipse of my thoughts
occur

and on burning cold nights
lonely witching hour
does my mind wander so
remembering soft touches
and melting whispers
fleeting feelings
and lingering lips

frustration clouds my memories
like fog wisping across the moon
shadows and doubts created in its
absence that are
only visible once in a blue moon