#aster
A wilting aster
Questioned Death
Whose body surrounded
With field of flowers—
Would they cry?
They answered,
Yes, though
You wouldn't know why.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 1:21 AM UTC
A flower does not seek why it bloomed
Nor does it ask why its petals are blue;
Time under the clear sky is alive,
Weathering storms can mean something
Though they're all likely nothing
To the aster who doesn't have a midlife.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
If my desire of immortality
Was not delivered on Tyche's oak desk
And my neck accepted Death's penalty,
Make my funeral transient and modest.
Do not dump me bunch of would-wilt flowers
Nor weep with salty tears upon my earth
Instead scatter me some seeds of asters
For when they blossom it is my rebirth.
Though if God of Wishes grant me this dream,
Erase my name from your reminiscence
As I have ventured out this weary realm—
I'm with the stars flaunting my omniscience.
Either way I'll try to end it laughing,
A fitting mood for my new beginning.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
You made a cage out of
your rules and your ideals.
You picked me up
and you locked me in it.
I’m caged.
I’m slaved.
And I’m lost.
BUT
You can cage my body,
not my thoughts.
You can dictate my actions,
but you can’t manipulate my mind.
You can exert harass my body,
but you can’t compel my soul.
Your cage can’t tame this free spirit.
Your cage is too small for these huge wings.
So, I will break free
and fly into the open.
And I will Fly high
as high my dreams go.
And before you know,
I would already be flying way high for you to reach.
Finally, the cage is broken.
I’m free.
I’m alive.
And I’m Un-Caged
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
*Blink
I fall,
I knew eventually
I would fall.
But I didn’t want to,
at least not now.
I may say
I don’t ‘give a f about
what society thinks about me.’
But deep down,
I seek for attention.
I want validation.
I want respect.
I want to be accepted and loved,
And looked upon.
But this is tough.
I don’t know how long,
I can do this.
Sadly, we are taught this is the only
‘Way’.
Because success is never defined by you.
The society defines your success.
You are a pawn.
The game, your moves, the result,
everything
Is set by them.
*blink
I’m in a state of dilemma
One preaches,
‘These minuscule bits of time
Which are smaller than a molecule in
The entire expanse of this ever-expanding universe.
Can’t determine your entire future.
Nor can the society.
Your success, your happiness
Is defined by you, not them.’
The other reminds me,
that your success is defined
by the society you live in.
And to them this is the ‘only way’ to success.
And defying them
Is losing your
Status,
love,
fame,
acknowledgement,
And you can’t afford that.
*blink
However, hypocritical I might sound,
I’m forced to choose the second.
But every passing second
I live with the guilt of never
Choosing the other road.
Cause the road not taken,
was perhaps the road I was to take.
*blink
Focus, time is slipping away.
So, I stop contemplating
and work mechanically.
Finally, it is over.
A sigh of relief.
But unfortunately, this is not the end.
Once you let yourself in to this system.
Then you are lost to it.
You are consumed by it
you are enslaved.
*Hush
Take rest for now.
Because you are trapped,
They have fabricated your journey to ‘happiness’,
And you can’t turn back.
*blink
Eyes shut.
Pen drops.
-Blank-
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
we sailed on cream
and aster—
where bluejays
toss
air into air;
where frogs
curdle
mud into milk;
where blackberry
roots
skyline into horizon—
(we sailed)
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC