How blameless is that stone lying beneath the sky beside the shore
Sway of woe showering up to him
Indignity, nope
Kicked to the depth
By someone he cared about
Memories scintillating as he’s drowning down
The happiest laughs and the saddest tears screening up
He’s down, drowned in his mind
Heart trying to swim
Hope falling ill.
His heart was full of love
He loved her ton
For her it was only fun.
Love is more painful
Then a shot by a gun
Slowly setting was the sun.
He and the darkness
Gone astray
As the moon came in
His world was she, as he thought
Soon he learnt, it wasn’t her.
We live our lives
People live theirs
Prominently, we should be ours
Rather being someone else’s
Live every moment with the ones that truly cares
Not with the ones who give a ****.
Always remember
Loving is not easy, nor living
Like breathing
Keep doing.

I rinse from my tears, when I got home
Don a black fur, coffee streaked on it, hours back
When we isolated from apiece, weeping
Reminiscences drizzling, cold and warm.

You came into vision, gloomed
My eyes were sealed
Whispering, the lot has altered
You and me, terminated.

In the vein of a tree
Whirling you and me
Slowly, sailing into the deep sea
Where float countless mystery.

Unsurpassed things are memories
Blissful among the alluring winds
Afraid among the moaning waves
Lashing and hammering through my wits.

Hope confers my heart
That mending is no less than an art
Love is the cure that slumps hate apart
Time and again, I wish I could go back to the start.

The river has water,
I need wine.
Then I’ll be totally fine.
Can you be mine, can you be mine?
We will dance across the line.

Hold my hand,
See the world.
Be my side,
Be my world.

Can we live well?
Not in heaven, nor in hell.
Just you, I and the time
Can you be mine, can you be mine?
For the rest of my life.

Mother,
This unruffled wind
Stirred by a part of you
Wants to be held
Closer to mine
Back then in time
You’d hover through the wild
Just to see me smile
My mother, full of stories
Turned my childhood into precious memories.

Mother,
I was looking back, gazing these flowers outside my window
Recollecting, how you let me be who I wanted to be
You let me in your arms
And let me grow
I love you more
Then you could ever possibly know
My mother, my spring of joy
Even when my wings seem broken
She can make me fly.

Mother,
I hope to be like you
Unfolding these petals
Petals of kindness, unconditionally
From crimson dusk
To crimson dawn
Soft and vibrant
Honey and honest
My mother, gentle gardener
The loveliest flower of all.