There is an
A r t  in every
h e A R T
Whichever way
Expressed,
It is the soul speaking
In binary. .
Hoping to find the
Right body
When all throughout
They're in it!

But it still search
For what is  k n o w n
Thinking it's u n k n o w n.

Every art
Is a question but sometines
They are our answers,

I can do things
M o r e  than  these,
But my will has been
Refusing these past few years.
R e d u n d a n c y is killing me.
I am just a form, finding its' substance.

All I know is
I need to be on the same cycle,
Same pacing and same struggles
Of the people around me. .
Or else I will lost the way they are tracing so graciously. .

My happiness resides on the smallest things, but the world is asking me
To be bigger than this. .

Keeping myself interested
In life
Is one of my priorities.
And now, I wonder

*What's next for me?

I told myself:

" I need to make this man a poem. "

So here I am, reminiscing an ordinary day. . .

I was one of those,
Who do not care:
University political parties, campaigns
And all the blabbers they make.
Scripted promises turned
Public speaking competitions,
And yeah, i t   i s   h e l l !
But that day I heard a voice so deep,
E  c  h  o  i  n g   in space,
pounding through my brain. .
One of the clearest voices
I've ever heard, there he is
Standing for campaign.
And my wrong, he's full of vision
and selfless cause, giving my belief
a  s p e c  i al   e x cl u si o n.

A year has passed, with ordinary days
Lurking by. .

He transferred in our block,
From there I thought:

" I would want to know
              this person more. ."

There was no love, I'm sure.
But there is a jolt of mystery
On his face I'd die to solve.
I exerted  n o   e f f o r t,
but my curiosity is pulling strings,
I got to know him better.

One of the most well-rounded person
I've ever known,
Oozing with confidence
In everything he do.
His  ph il o so p h i e s
deserves a trophy too!
He is someone that
I would want to be
If I were a man, that I am sure!

We competed in a class debate, I won.
And there I thought,
That my achievement is worth
a  no b e l   p r i c e
worth the sought.

There is no love, but there is
f or e v e r    ad m i ra t i on.
To the voice which is not
just a perfect tone,
But has the best echo that deserves
a   w o r l d   c a l l .

There is consistency,
There is substance. .
The only thing I hope for is
May his beliefs not eat him
Coz too much meaning,
Brings sadness on his face.
A face which looks like
He discovered a problem
O u t   o f    w a y s,
Like cancer on its very last stage.
His wits are too powerful,
I see it killing his happiness.

So I wish him the same things I wish for myself:

To think less of what others deem
as   n o n s e n s e .

I am broken into
f  i  s  h  e  s.

It sent water
Gushing down
My  c h e e k s
Somethin'that
Lacks integrity:
A loved one
Being kidnapped. .
Taken away in an
E n v e l o p e,
And I can't remember how
I am crying
Over a paper.