May 2014
Number four, I’ve laid down
On its *break of day, I’ve stirred
No qualms.. no fears.
Lingered another hour,
This frosty feeling – for I can’t break out;
Gloomed by the* shades of darkness & beam.
The moon.. the stars..
They even smirked at me
Revealing each superb facet, I see.
Single-handedly as *I stroll
Literal or thy my innermost;
Goodbye.. Adieu.. I’m all-in now.
Prospect did last
I thought we’ll go,
But he mumbles “No”.
My thoughts’ voyage
Was battling with languor & torpor;
If only I could,
**I’m not here anymore.
On its *break of day, I’ve stirred
No qualms.. no fears.
Lingered another hour,
This frosty feeling – for I can’t break out;
Gloomed by the* shades of darkness & beam.
The moon.. the stars..
They even smirked at me
Revealing each superb facet, I see.
Single-handedly as *I stroll
Literal or thy my innermost;
Goodbye.. Adieu.. I’m all-in now.
Prospect did last
I thought we’ll go,
But he mumbles “No”.
My thoughts’ voyage
Was battling with languor & torpor;
If only I could,
**I’m not here anymore.
The Journey 2011
(F/PPC Palawan, Philippines)
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