3am:
I was writing a love letter.

It was full of longings,
of hopes, of passion,
of pleas, of love.

I wrote my name on the sender,
I stopped, suddenly
wondering if to whom shall I send it.

And my letter ended
without a recipient.

-*qyf

To fly,
you must have wings.

But literally speaking,
humans could not have one.

So wake up, set up your ladder
if you are determined to get there.

Or wait for your wings,
while others seize their dreams,

Or take the place that
could have been yours.

-*qyf

The only masterpiece
that captivates me so much is
the beauty that unfolds
once your lips curve.


*-qyf

Say unto me a love
when I am off your bed
covered with clothes.

I know. I know you could not.
I just hoped that may be,
just may be,
you love me deeply beyond
the edges of your bed.

But I still look forward,
into seeing you tonight.
At least I could feel your love,
even if it is half in a day,
for me, it completed me.

*-qyf

"I am invincible."

This, I am echoing,
while picking the shredded
pieces of me.

I will rebuild myself,
with a self-worth relying
not on the pillars of another,
nor shall I stand on the
opinion of anybody.

But every block
piles to put up the
very essence of me;
vulnerable but kind,
strong but sensitive,
decisive but gentle.

And nothing or no one
shall be able to ruin me again,
because I had been reconstructed.

And because my groundwork
is not hatred,
but love.

Love for myself.

-qyf

I am in-love,
Because I could not say,
nor feel, nor think of
any other words of you than
"I love you."

I just feel you bursting,
pounding within my heart.
And I could not contain you.
That when I think of happiness,
there is you
and there is love.
And of future, there is you,
and there is love.
And of love, there is you.
And when I think of you,
O I am just like,
"My very own love."

-**qyf

And they wished,
when the sheath was slit,
to see a marvelous butterfly
fluffing its wings.

But there,
came out a moth,
so they closed their eyes
while I
remained marvelous.


-qyf

Let your attitude
be not like water,
that boils
when heated.


*-qyf

There, before my eyes
a thousand faces unfold
in one face.

-*qyf

In our hearts,
There is dust, there is snow
And what we got, its for us to know
But with this, I know for sure
We all deserve a sunshine to grow.

-qyf

Deep within this dark pit
of where my soul is cursed with guilt
I looked above to hope for hopes
Waiting for heaven to pardon my rotting bones

I heard the angels let out a cry
when thunder broke the bleeding sky
From its hole, stones did fall
Hitting me hard, in pain I groaned

Casting unto me the punishment I deserved
So I surrendered my helpless self
Doubting if the wooden tree, where blood spilled
Could really save, as what the apostles professed.

But here I am, at now and present
where my own blood is the only thing that exists
In every dripping drop of blood
dawns onto me that,

It is only me in this pit
My own blood that drips
who else could save me
aside from myself?

Thence I moved my broken limbs.

-qyf

Pressured with the association to joy, and to love.
Though it has been meaning to shout, that
Beneath its edge, behind its stroke and shade
is a hiding place of sadness, of tears
when it feels blue and when blood-tinge of fury mixes with its hue.

-qyf

To
Dive into the ocean
And be not drown
But tame its wave
And be its friend.

-*qyf

Beneath the moonlight,
gently my pain
I detach
putting it in the dark sky
spreading it throughout
replacing the stars,
one by one
until my pain
is the only thing that shines
and the shimmers tickle
my weary eyes.

So then in relief, sighs
My pain has become my starlight
and the shooting star
of other's grieving heart.

-**qyf

When two broken hearts
find each other,
is that love's
destiny
or
sympathy?

-qyf

Why, though we have loved
for a thousand times
nobody has ever
perfected love
just like nobody has ever
gotten used with heart aches
though had been broken
for a thousand times.

-*qyf

May it be known to you that
my pen runs not to please you.**

-qyf

Dear feet,

Bring me to places where my heart will be tried; my mind be blown; my faith be tested; my reason be questioned.

I want my life to be a worthwhile walk. That after all the devastations you brought me in. And the cuts you got where the blood spilled.
I could write on this uneasy ground,

"I have had a hard one, but at least, I fought to live and was not defeated."

Yours,
-*qyf

Sleep,
where have you been?
I am **** tired
pacifying my relentless heart
and you there
hiding from afar,
watching me
eager to find you.

Come out now, I plea.

-*qyf

Forgive me,
if at this moment
you are lonely;
and me not there
to be lonely with you.

Forgive me,
if some girls have hurt you;
and made you feel undeserved.
Trust me, I understand your pain;
for I too have been with men
whom I loved only for hopes that
one of them is finally you.

But none of them was you.

Because You are still there,
somewhere,
hurting.
And me too here,
crying, hoping, waiting.

But I would like to ask you,
like me;
Keep looking.

And if we will be hurt
again and again,
with wrong people,
that is only because
we have not found each other yet.

But please, take heed;
I know, when us finally meet
we will work together,
to put ourselves back again.
Our love shall heal each other
as if we have not been lonely,
as if we have not been hurt before.
Our love shall thread the holes
in our hearts,
Our hugs shall glue the the broken pieces of us.
Our kisses shall profess that in each other's arm;
We received the love we deserved.



Your love,

    * ---qyf

This life is a long melancholic road
To be trod alone until the end
Better is my worn-out slippers with a pair
Than with my heart, alone,
soaked with despair

Sunrise heralds another burden to bear
And allows me to see my own affected smile
In the pool of tears on the ground
This assures me, there is no one behind

I am a hostage of this unfair world
Only to jail me, alone, miserable
Forward, I want to reach the end
But I am certain, along this road shall my body lay
Breathless, cold and still lonely.

-**qyf

And I finally said,
"I want to be a fan.
A ceiling fan to be specific.

I would just be overhead of them
And would keep my duty in spinning,
Until they will be accustomed
of my presence,

*Like it is the air that only existed.
Or they will notice me only
if I am a bit strong
or a bit too weak."

-**qyf

I gave you
all the love
I could give.
And you took
all the love
when you left.
Even that love,
that love I
reserved for myself.

-*qyf

Sacrifice* is a self-less act
provided that it goes not beyond

compromise.

--- qyf

Why do we mask our pain?

Because it has never been more painful to unveil it

yet left unnoticed.**

--- qyf

Of I love you's unspoken
yet conveyed through
touch, kiss and hugs,

My body shall master
to speak what my lips
could not utter,

just stay here with me
and forever,

And our tangled bodies
shall do the talking
while our lips lock into each other's.*

--- qyf

Life taught us to give our all in love.
And so we both did.

But it taught us not that
no matter how lavish may it be,

it still might not be the guarantee.

It is not that my love is flawed,
Or that his is
It is just that
My love is pure and perfect
and so as his.

But our love story is:
We both have loved,
yet our heart is not each other's right fit.

Pen is the writer's sword
Dare not
if you're not brave enough to hold.

--- qyf

Deceived me not with your whims,
Act not as if you are a rainbow
to save me from my grim.

But yes, may be you are,
Because like the rainbow,
where are you when my heart
is heavily arrowed by rains?

I will soon see a smile
like a rainbow
stretch to comfort my heart
that had been stormed
by past mishandling.  

And when that time comes,
even I be smothered again,
I will stand invincible.
For as the sky after the storm
behold its rainbow,
so will my heart behold him more.

This I know,
He will be my sweet aftermath.

Your
Lips
Are
The
Pages
Of
A
Book
I
Love
To
Read.

But
Let
Me
Use
Mine
Lips
Too
As
I
Read.

Love has its faint ways
of cutting a heart deep
more than what a knife could.

And only through its ways
that its wound too could heal.

And that may be is the reason
why even if love comes with agony
Hearts still fall in love with love.

"The more the light ignites within,
the more I could see the holes
from where it dispels."

Eyes were sunken, weary to cry
Why, his heart grew sullenly dry
For years, I tilled and toiled the land
Even if what I got were cuts and wounds on my hand

Sowed the seed yet rain did not come
He knew I watered it with tears and did all that I can
I had waited like a farmer for the seed to sprout
I had been steadfast in hope in a midst of drought

Never did I see him shed a sweat
What he did is to insult me and hurt
When he intentionally let the weeds grow
And watered it instead

How then can love grow and blossom in a barren land?
All my hardships were wasted and buried beneath the ground

The farmer suffered under the heat of the sun
And is rewarded with his crops after all he had done
But me, I suffered the loss of everything in myself
And after I wrought for love to bloom, I reaped none but grief

I had shed my every drop of love
To an unworthy person, who loves me not
Now hatred ploughed and rooted in my heart
I know, in due season, he shall reap his part

Strange it is to find your muse
in trivial things.