Darkness, a clasping press around a heart,
The surreal motions of city life in the rain
Slowly drifting, defenseless as I tear apart
Bothered nonchalance, letting in the pain.

A papercup of coffee, a vice for conteplation
Amidst the pristine smiles which is yet to conceive
The fleeting awareness of the threat of preparation,
Sooner, at least once, one finds a way to leave.

Nothingness is a kind of gift too,
But it can also be cruelly taken away
Everything is true when nothing is true
For those sighs that hurry up to end the day.

Drifting in guardless cautiousness,
Hoping amidst the dire hopelessness.

Dec.17, 2024

Outside, there's a sunset and sea waiting,
A wind howling beyond the sliding door,
Down the lobby, a long road paving,
Like a gray carpet, the way to the shore.
Stairs of sigh, every step creaking
Heavy footfalls a sigh of the breaking feet
Welcome to the messy room waiting,
Yawning pillow lies on crumpled sheet.

A soul engulfed by a scent left on the bed
A heart embraced by a blanket of dream dying
A long midnight, a battery in the head,
Outside, the sunset and sea are waiting.

Jan. 2, 2025

Between the window grills, the dark horizon in full bloom,
I still think of you despite my hopeless worries
Distant lights behind the silhouettes of trees,
A faint call, a twinkling gloom,

From the window, the little light traces
The rusty roof, the crawling decay
Facing these sad, empty places
I think of you night and day.

I think of you, knowing you're joy at this moment,
My sorrow that you do not know is not a reproach
It is not unfairness; it is not a torment,
Thoughts of you that always find a way to approach.

I think of you, and my mind blends with the wind of the cosmos,
Dreaming the two of us were meant to be together forever
Unlike the definites that make life pause,
A curse a man was born as if he was never.

The sky expands in gloom; a lone star shines through
Behind the drizzle that paints the dawn
I want you to know that I think of you
In the remaining moments that fate has drawn.

Jan.4, 2025

The same as the room of oblivion, Inconspicuously, this time in a chair, On the joyride of soul's decapitation,
A meeting with the league of despair.

Where coffee flows like a river,
A guaranteed freedom to quiver, While walking on the caffeine sky, Diane, Kate, and Ella must be there, Laughing as I painfully die,
On a flutter of damnation.

Panic in the street, pandemonium in my soul,
They move in united front, while I stand whole.
Panic in the street of liberty,
Left to be free, amidst my misery.

The horizon, the skyline behind buildings, uniting with the sea,
A dream—I see her face, she's waving, her hand,
That I once held and kissed, now so far from me,
A reverie only I could understand.

Alone in this chair, amid the turbulence, beyond the window,
I saw her smiling there,
Yet I have not decayed in sorrow.

With a dying sigh, I return to the street,
The ebbing roar of my heart.
Oh heaven, Of promise, perhaps up there we shall meet,
But first, listen to the breaking song in my heart.

Jan.2, 2025

My hair on the wind does flow, Oblivion, like death, can be a home, When there is nowhere to go,
But to remain in a borderless roam.

Amid twinkling neon lights, cars hurrying home,
To catch the last breath of the dying year,
And watch it pass by beneath the dark empty dome.

The countdown begins, the year has died,
Amid the cheers, I am dying, dying, Amid the labor, my heart has cried, My soul is listlessly flying... flying, While inside my pocket, a hope is burning.

January 1,2025