Pulling a person
who tied himself
from the past,
is a person
with strangulated
heart-
and this, a death
every
dusk and dawn.

-qyf

Love,
is in many places,
in dusts blown to and fro;
in peacocks' beautiful hue;
in ants beneath the lion's claw;
in bed with me, a naked you.  

----
Love is in places,
where I am with you.

- qyf

My heart is hollow
but, is
occupied.

I am still consumed,
by him,
like his hold still
creeps on to my skin.

In his absence, why
there love still
exists, and is
emboldened.


-qyf

Sorry.

A spell cast
over and over,
until it breaks
what it's ought
to mend.

- qyf

Love me yes.
Love me not.
This me in doubt
'til your lips kissed me words:
Love is something
beyond my grasp
nor can be sure of.
But I feel,
I trust, and I know
that there is love
and I can have one too
and I found my share in you.


-qyf

Before you go,
hand me back
the pieces of my
broken heart;

because,

may be,
just
may be,

someday...

someone will come
and will try to
patch me.

- qyf

write,
the way hand-writings
are distinct from the other.

- qyf

Heart
was broken
in loving
a fool
in full.



-qyf

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

-*qyf

One of these days,
you'll be in places
where you and him
once had been;

The chair he once occupied,
the window that
once reflected him
stealing glances of you
when you smiled,
the tissue he once used
to scribble your names
with a heart in between;

These pictures
will strip the memories
you'd fought to conceal,
and will bring you back
to the very place
where he left his marks---
your heart.

- qyf

Love,
is a lie that
poisons the heart;
The apple
that burns the eyes
with a desire for a bite,
whether there is or none
a charming with
a true love's kiss
to blow us out
from our madness.*
-qyf

He told me to describe my pain.
And so I did.
And gave him shattered pieces
of a mirror,
whose broken fragments
reveal a reflection of him.


-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

Perhaps,
clouds are formed
from the dying candles
lit by earnest souls.

I could still feel him,
therefore,
he's here.

-qyf

He,
who sees me
as his;

Is me,
whose heart
at peace.

- qyf

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

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

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


*-qyf

Okay.
Let us settle this with:
You do the looking down at me
and I do the looking up.
Aye?


-qyf

i am tired;
to strive.
to love.
to live.

i am done,
for today.

But I will keep trying,
again,
tomorrow;
to strive.
to love.
to live.

-qyf

I have been living
with a stranger,
whom I call
as- Mom.

- qyf

Love slips
through the heart wall's holes,
and settles with
the dust in the wind.

Many have tried netting,
collecting some pieces
of my piece
dispersed into the vastness.

But sooner, they all
let go.

Thus this love remains,
whole, but, scattered.

-qyf

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.

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

I am a vessel
full of memories.

Of our past.

That is all the
load
I carry,
all along,
against the
relentless waves
of sorrow
wallowed by
my wrecked heart.

I chose to carry
you,
in the sea of
my collected tears,

for without it,
your memories,

I won't thrive
to breathe.


-qyf

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


*-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

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

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

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.

Why do we mask our pain?

Because it has never been more painful to unveil it

yet left unnoticed.**

--- qyf

My lips miss the taste
of a kiss,
a kiss that comes
from your lips.

-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

Strange it is to find your muse
in trivial things.