there are some things we don't talk about. falling in and out of love and back again. the world spins and i'm still standing here. stuck at the start. days spent wishing my heart would stop beating. no more green eyes in the morning sun. wishing that i could return to dirt and ash. to let my spirit go.
you can't follow her there.

can you take me.
can you take me!

fall to my knees to pray but my legs split open. blood is everywhere and i am nothing now.

you're running and crying out to god. you believed and i forgot.

you can't follow her there.

As transitory as breeze
Are the afflictions we encounter
Which will sabotage like termites
The integrity of our fabrics
If we try to despise them

Accept them wholeheartedly
And wrap them all in a bundle
With curtain of season
And let it float
In waters of survival

History is a basin of mistakes
Supporting the river of ultimacy
What that might be
Remains a mystery
Which gives credence to intimacy.

Reflections......all it supports
Truth......all it is puzzled of
Faces worn and torn
Broken miserably and gathered courageously
All it witness are pieces of puzzles
Missed and *******
Yet stands for the bigger picture
To show his master the pounding pointless miseries
will trash him off to the whirl of darkness
Where no reflections are made
No truth is ever hailed
To aware his master collage of unnurtered emotions
Never unite the soul colours
To teach his master weak is not always fragile
Rather being more sacrificing not surrendering
Smiles and tears
Pains and pleasures
Just like strings and bow
which together makes the music flow
The music of eternal bliss
blessed with divine glory and wisdom
Never it teaches his master
But always reminds him
To check his true self's shadow
which is a masterpiece of infinite 'shades'
Never the grey 'monster' crawling all his way in daylight
The 'shadow' is no more 'misleading'
But guiding to the infinite flashes of luminous truth
There sets the journey to the ultimacy.