In murmurs we sank
dizzy minds torn out the day.
Then comes stillness,
as the breeze is heard,
variegated.

In beam treads autumn noon
Now the photographer laugh it out
Nothing seems to be captured
For she takes it
an overture.

“Why does the sun go on shining?”
An afternoon fervidity
of two thousands of miles
of away, of afar.
Where seaweeds stand no still,
a silhouette steers.

I turned down the tune.

I got a why not a what.

before I often asked myself "What am I going to write now?"
"What topic or content am I going to produce?"

but now I learned to ask myself, "why am I writing this?"
"Why am I giving so many reminders to my poems or prose or monologues?"

I get that a lot. they said, your eyes are the window to your soul. so, whatever your audience reads, they invite an energy based on the one you wrote.

I also wanted to leave either a lesson or a reminder to my readers. Take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Entertain good energies, not negative ones.

Like bubbles in a glass of untouched soda water, waiting for eager lips to bring them to life,
My passion shrank and sank with shame beneath the weight of your indifference, fizzling away into oblivion.
The bouquet of roses, I had carefully picked out to greet you,
Lost its fragrance as the aging petals crumbled into dark dust.
Every time I lit a candle, its flickering light became a constant reminder of the lingering question: Why wasn't my light enough?

I have questions for you.
But I don't think he knows why.
          (I don't think you know-do you?)
No.
          (You don't.)
I'm not sure I do-actually.
          (No.)

Well...maybe.
No-no. I don't want to ask it anymore.
          (Let's push this down-deep down. Never saw it. )
          (Please. It can't hurt me if its deep enough.)
          (I'm not sure I can handle this-)
I have to...

Did you realise?
          (Why didn't I realise?)

Tell me something...
Why wasn't Tinder letting you log in?
How long did your selfie take to verify?
         (The effort it takes to actually VERIFY yourself, seriously??)

Last September you were wondering that...
In fact!
3 days in a row you were Googling your issues with Tinder.  

Can't remember? 2024 & 2019? Feeling queasy?
Me too.
     (Tell me you didn't.)
     (Trick me.)
     (Lie to me please, I'm begging you)
     (I'll believe you, I promise.)

But that's okay, honey!
I'll jog your memory~
If we take a look at Exhib-
         
     (No.)
Never mind.
I can't do this.
              (I'm so angry.)

Time is but a dance
Yet we sit in chairs all day
I sat this one out.

I hate to say.

When I thought about who I was,
I was just the one who'd wander,
Wandering all with sky my over,
Over that my feelings hover,
Hovering all around night sky,slower...
Slower that I thought to myself,
Myself am just a star dust,
A star dust in universe bigger than my existence,
Existence made me look for purpose,
Purpose lead me to a voyage,
Voyage made me find my path,
My path made me feel the content,
Content heart, yet full of questions,
Questions made me search for answers,
Answers made me realise....

how only WE ask the question "WHY"

Not everything has a why.
Somethings sometimes just are -
like an uninvited eerie silence,
a fading smile,
the unanticipated shout of merriment,
the receding footsteps.

May be the ache
isn't seeking answers
Just a place to rest

Maybe the roar of the mirth
is just meant to be cherished

Not everything has a why.
To let it be -
is its own kind of peace