She knew to wear seclusion for insignia;
In the battle to rescue part of herself,
But, What if was what had preyed on her,
Sought to make her dwell on anomie,
That alone, did nothing at all for her,
Yet that alone, did everything to her,

Playing hide and seek, you and I,
Searching, where you won't find me,
Hiding, where you're sure I'd find you,

We kept on singing our hearts in solo,
As time kept doing what it knows best;
Leaving marks behind as it passes by,

Our hearts still alive slowly dying,
Patiently waiting to start dueting,
Hoping it'd wash all the pain away,
Leaving the past as it was engraved,

A world in an another dimension,
Where nobody imitates perfection,
Where truth is never underrated,
And a lie is completely desolated,

Oh dear,
For how long shall you play hide & seek,
For how long shall you swim in fear,
For how long shall your face soaked in tear,
Oh dear,
How long will it take for the heartache to heal,
How long will it take till the mist clears,
How long will you play dead lying there,
Oh dear,
Come out, out from your sea of fear,
Let's get lost in each other out here,

I met you so many times in different colors, one after the other,
All those times, I hoped not to meet you ever again,
And this my friend, is not the last time to hope that in vain,
I know you'll find your way back to me and I to you,
But the first time to embrace you,
You remind me that I'm imperfect,
And make me see the righteous,

P.S; I still hope not to meet you ever again.

Remember that time I bet on you and you left me hanging,
By then I've learned to think before I do the things I do,
Instead of counting on you,
Yet again, I went right back on counting on you,
Still, you were not there to back me up,
Took me a while to figure out where I went wrong,
But now I know...
It's when I took you for the second time,
After all you're just a "chance",
Today I met someone,
With first name New and last name Beginning,

In his head, "I see you see me see you,"
said the wolf fixating at his prey,
"Even I know you have the will and
the zeal to crush me if you pray,"

See the light and feel the wind,
Hold a hand and love a soul,
Nothing ever is yours to hold,
If you take them for granted,
"Tweet, tweet...," sung the bird,

Be careful when you look back,
So you won't stuck in the past,
But to be grateful and whatnot,
"Tic tac, tic tac...," said the clock,

“Woof, woof...,” I am not now,
“Errrrr...,” nor have I ever been,
& will never be disloyal, ”Woof,”
Said my dog

Like a mere memory so obsolete,
Where darkness and light meet,
He is a prisoner of his own thought,
For he's right when they're all wrong,

Over and over, she seeks
comfort in a world so unjust,
Only to find her creed in her
own conflagration to trust,
The She,

Wedged in between what it's
not and what's not what it is,
"What am I?" I always ask myself
as if the answer would suffice,

Rain weds ground in winter,
Teased and soaked the dust,
They held on to each other,
They were no longer alone,
Then they prayed for summer,
Hoping to annihilate the cold,
If only they knew...
They need not warmth,
If only they knew...
Cold was what kept them close,

For a frail & a lie is the flesh,
The truth lives in the bones,

But what makes a rose rose,
Not only the vibrant petals,
But all the leaves & spines,
As chaotic sea of thoughts,
Good & bad, wrong & right,
Strong & weak, dark & bright,
Tangled into one; into me,
The who I will come to be,

Wondering or loving,
Missing or fraying,
To leave is to grow,
Give in to the draw,

Have I a book for a friend,
Who has pages for a brain,
That endures all my notions,
& nurtures them with devotion,

Had I a pen for a friend,
Who had an ink for a blood,
That bled out until the end,
To let me out of my head,

Not one to tell what he is,
He is but untamed,
Inflamed, disoriented & raged,
Burning in emotional turmoil,
And stuck in reflection of a dream,
The He,

Like a buoy that caught up in a tide,
Inside a world full of storm ride,
Unstable,
Yet, calm as the eye of the storm,
Bright,
Yet, blind to the wind in the storm,
The She,

You stayed for as long as a blink,
Only to live in my pages as an ink,
Promised myself to turn the page,
Hoping you'd stay in my book cage,

They say, "Poetry favors introverts,"
But, of course, if oxygen does extroverts,

"Poetry truly loves & feeds on misery,"
But, of course, as she does on anything,

New year is a reminder,
That everyday is a new day,
A new day to breath & breath again,
To let go of what lies behind,
And strain forward to what lies ahead,
Live more to give more than to receive,
To start over and forgive,
And most of all to be grateful,
Thank God it's a new day,

Happy New Year to you all,
With so much love,
○

With the world pushing her to fit in,
Her Rebel soul fighting not to give in,
She became anomaly to the custom,
And it gave her misery for a wisdom,

"I need to refill my light," said the Moon wondering behind the world,
"Come out," whispered the Sun, "I'll bath you with my light even if I get burned."

Pain is never his strongest suit,
So he gave himself a gift of anger,
To shun the pain from sinking in,
The world gave him the seeds of madness,
So he gave himself a bundle of pain,
To hide behind agony from himself,
The He;

A birth of a beautiful pain,
A never ending war,
Indefinite and not to be won,
Between what she knows & what she feel,
A wound that won't easily heal,
A scar she won't reveal,
Emblem of beautiful pain,
The She;

Like the wave bathes the sand on the beach,
There's not a part of you I couldn't reach,
And, surely, not a place you wouldn't feel,

It is you I want to see,
Randomness in beauty,
You wear art for a chiffon,
To keep your heart warm,
And passion for a lingerie,
That take my breath away,
I see you...

In the hope to reconcile their irreconcilable differences,
I, once, tried my mind to read-in on my heart & my heart to my mind,
Between my mind telling me of the reasons;
Why I should only listen to it,
And my heart, of the feelings & dreams;
How it always keeps me afloat,
I was convinced by both to the fullest,
I stood completely on the side of each,
Twice, I died that same day,

Always, they come running,
My monsters,
With persistence and wildness,
Sometimes, even with yet unformed chaos,
Some of them weak; I stomp them, tame them & keep them closed,
But there are those, I prefer to others,
The kind that sanity can comprehend them not,
So much so, they tend to help with what they've got,
A lullaby to my insomnia,

You were a pen in a dream I had dreaming of you,
Then I woke up and you are gone
just like a dew,

Do the dos not the don'ts,
Knot the bond & be close,
& love will never be a loss,

How you find a way to get inside,
How you don't seem to be defied,
How you take the lead and drive,
How you **** my heart while I'm alive, How I keep dying and you survive,
Is a mystery I'll always have,

My mind has got in to scrutiny,
I am about to reach insanity,
This time I chose not to see,
In a mind-numbed ignorance,
And insanity is now my sanity,

"What do you want the most in life?" Looking into his deep eyes she asked,
"To be happy," He said smiling, "Happy enough to blow in love with the wind,"

Waiting for it like a scarecrow,
Dreaming how it would grow,
Trusting the wait not the bait,
"Only for love," he said, "I crave,"

As your lips caresses mine,
As our souls scream in silence,
As our eyes locked while closed,
As my all reaches out for yours,
As my hands run through your all,
I crave for the touch of your soul,

You are but a dream
and I am but a fool,
How about we read
each other in full,
For dreaming is the only
thing at which I excel,
And you, my dear, are waiting
for a fool to cast your spell,

Endless sail after the setting sun,
A search through the galaxies altar,
A run from the numbness of reality,
An odyssey into your abyss thought,
Where to...? Where to...?
To follow you, I'll be waiting still,
Say the words and I will,