Here I am, at this certain dim side,
At the side of the door, not looking at it anymore
But I am waiting now for reality to decide
Time is fate, fate is time and nothing more.
I could hear them reminding, falling numbers,
I sigh, a quick glimpse, their determined eyes,
Doing all they could within their powers
And here I am by the door, knowing  life always lies.
Everything is temporary, all trying to survive,
By the door I saw them, relieved, for the life they were able to revive
Walking away from their routine, to the known--
The inevitable they would try to postpone.
And yet, in that moment of quiet triumph,
Their faces whispered something unspoken,
A fragile hope, a fleeting joy amid the storm—
Life, though borrowed, was no less precious or broken.

These are the most deafening hours
The vision of your smile and glances
Grace the silence of the time that is not ours
Oh, love, why so cruel with my chances?
Long dark days are ahead, you are a ghost
You sweetly haunt me in your abscence
You are everything, my ever most, and I am lost
In dreams and sorrow, in pain's quintessence,
Each moment without you drowns my existence.
For pain's purest form is not sharp but still,
A quiet yearning, bending all to its will.
If fate should guide my path to you once more,
In kindness, show your smiles as once before.

Mar. 12,2025/Some Velvet Briars

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