If grief was not love,
I wouldn't be here,
With a bleeding wound,
Feeling the feel that I feel,

Though ancient it seems,
Deeper is the bleeding,
And forever dripping

All of me wish you were here,
To answer these million questions at hand,
"Why, how, did you?"
Yet it goes forever unanswered,
And turns into a voicemail

If grief was not love,
I wouldn't be here
Listening to the Sunday Blues

I am switched back to the factory restore
From fully charged,
to connect your device
Smile within our faces,
to Sunday morning blues
Holy night under the stars,
Christmas carols with burning candles,
and I look at yours with no one to hold it

Our song on the radio "Oh holy night, the son of Mary"
I sing my part, look over my shoulder,
close my eyes, to think I'll hear your voice,
as you sing your part,
yet nothing but breezes of trees

Everything is new even life where you are not on it, it's new
Even this Christmas without you,
is filled with fresh water from the moon
Like Mary, I have embarked on a journey,
I never prepared myself for
Oh! I'm Engraved forever...

Few years in, lifetime to go,
Yet this hour feels like yesterday grieve
Unspoken words carried by the wind back to my head,
How I wish we could still have those conversations,
Of my rollercoaster life,
And make a wish in the presence of the moon,
While you plant kisses on my forehead

You are still a resident of this heart!
Like this morning when I dialed your contact,
Only to be reminded of how you reside in heaven now
There is water from the moon on my pillow,
Yet yesterday there were ray of sunshine on my window

Tell you about emotions changing colours as Chameleon,
One moment is white, next moment blue
I am forever engraved

This afternoon when the sky was transparent,
Even pasture looked more Greenery,

I danced to the rhythm of my heart,
Had conversations I never had

Yet in the midnight hour,
It rained till the last drop,
With no one to hold the Canopy.

If the mind is trapped
Let say incarcerated
Or snared in a web
Like a helpless bird

Maybe the brain is bound
Same as imprisoned
Creating the adversity
But still choose to envy the universe

This sensation
Deep within thee
Enclosed beyond the margin

The perceive of agony
Concealed in a vast
Silently within thee
Like a bird lured on a trap

Its these phrases
These tales
Apprehended within the mind
Like a conviction of an unblemished soul
Yammering with excruciation

I was never ready,
ready to give him my heart
I was never ready,
ready for the lost keys of my heart to be found
I buried them, too deep

But thyne heart decided to betray thee,
and open doors which faith was lost upon
With tremble and fear she fell,
and to the hands like strong tower she landed
Just like a fairytale romance, so was her love story

They were perfect partners,
a match made in heaven I could say
They were perfect for each other,
like Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden you could tell
Their love kept on blossoming like a morning sunrise,
the love written within the limit of the sky you could see
As they journey together and disappear into thin air hand in hand,
it was as if their love were part of art that keep luring souls in the art gallery

She adored him more each day,
as she imagined them growing grey hair together,
but he was starting to love her less
The sparkle between his eyes were no more,
but she adored him still,
not knowing that he adores her no more
The affection towards her were gone,
like a rain passing by in a sunny day,
but she was holding on to the vows that he promised to never break
He took a glance at her as he lifted her chin up
and said "Thank you for the wonderful years we spent together"
as if he wanted to compliment her submissive nature,
but to end the reunion that they vowed their life on

She stood there looking so pale,
with so much tears rolling down through those glowing chicks
as her lips trembled to say words she'll never mean,
and her jewel tongue got stuck between the swollen of her lips,
as if it was cut and left lifeless
He took his hands and wipe off her tears,
as she failed to hold it together,
realizing that the comfort of those hands were going forever,
as he continued to say "I'll treasure our moments till thee end"
She looked straight into his eyes,
as if she could hear him say "I'm bluffing"
but that was thee end of their love
The era of her break down
But his heart belonged somewhere else

The blood boiled in thy veins
as the biological structure yearned
Yearned for thy touch
yearned for thy moan out of every pleasure
and yearning for thy tongue to do the dance out of storm,
from thy lips down to thy toe
to the spine up to the edge of thy neck

Eagerly wanting all of her
as she desired all of thy soul
thrusting through in and out of her
like a broken kitchen knife that has thrusted a bit through the unit
uttering agonizing moan as the ***** broke
malfunctioning on each other arms

It is the radiant glow
We get when we grow
From the head to the toe
Like the sun set afterglow

It still feel like yesterday,
when I held you in my arms,
and never wanted to let you go
You were mine, I was yours
Till thee wheel falls off,
and Forever and always

The scariest Beast, unexpected came,
came like rushing mighty wind,
and took you without saying goodbye
I moan and groan till I fail to stand on my own,
just like the lilies I withered,
and half of thy heart never ressurected from thy odeal
I felt the wreath of its anger,
but never with disconnection of saying GOODNIGHT

He loved,
but in the process,
He got Broken beyond repair
Cried himself to sleep,
with the hope that the pain will ease

Brand new day came, so bright,
but pain blinded his heart,
and all he could see was darkness,
darkness he lost faith upon
And he promised to never love again

Till our eyes were ocean deep in the red sea
God knows we prayed
Till our bodies could no longer race against our heartbeat
God knows we prayed
Stood in the gap for the life of an amicable soul
As if we had the supernaturals to stop the universe
But still you said, "her day is done"

In the middle of the night
You strolled down the garden of Eden
With the angels singing holy holy
And picked up the most blossoming lilly
Of all the roses that were fading
Hand in hand shining like a piece of diamond
"Well done, well done" He said,
As He took her home, her eternal home

Go ahead and blame him,
blame him for eliminating the pain he was feeling,
blame him for ending the emptiness he was feeling,
"He took the easy way out" they say,
but he chose life didn't he?

Sorrow after sorrow,
grief after grief,
Don't you think this burden was just too much?
too much for him to carry on his shoulders?
He only wanted life of no sorrow,
that is why he took his own life

It is aesthetic when you smile,
You become a blooming flower,
That is nourishing hope.

Into thy belly,
she was deposited
Into thy heart,
she was positioned
In the midst of hopeless circumstances,
she yearned to find aspiration,
and aspiration was placed in the life of her unborn

Into thy unsettled earth,
she was birthed full of life
Into her mama's warm chest,
she found her pillow to rest,
uncertain of the obligation she ought to fulfil
To the unfulfilled destiny,
she was obliged to fulfil it
And She named her HOPE,
in faith that with her wings resting upon her unseen power,
she will forever desire to fly high and fulfil what couldn't be fulfilled

Yet nothing happened today

Either battles nor victories,
Compliment neither condemnation,
Not phone calls neither emails,
Of satisfactory news either unlawful,
Nothing of sadness either of happiness

Yet nothing happened today,
Hope whispered.

I snatched a glance
Linear to my mother's eyes

Her eyes overfilled with tears
Overpowered by emotions

And I surveyed the configuration of the sea
Being yielded through the fall of my own

How do I dream
in this land of no hope
where dreams are becoming more invalid
and has reached a stalemate?

Allow my mind to be blank
and dream of no dreams
on this demoralized land of ours
that keeps our dreams hanging within the space

How do I keep on dreaming
on the land that shutters my dreams
and turn a blind eye on the reality of my dreams?

How do I keep on dreaming
while my dreams keep flashing out
to not making it to scratch
resulting to unanswered dreams
just like bunch of unanswered prayers?

I dream of no dream
as they only hit dead end

Poet? I am not thee
I construct sentences,
and give them a rhythmic flow,
like a lyricist composing a song
From meaningless words
to sugarcoated words,
turning into those sweet melodies,
like chords of Sanchez playing love song,
in the hands of a guitarist

They say I am a poet,
but I am just a verse writer,
who never renders but write

I cannot marry a poet,
who will worship the ground of his ink,
getting captivated through each page,
forming supremacy over it,
more than a beautiful part of my heart,
neither sweet wet kisses planted,
on each tiny part of his body

His ink will be jealous of me,
that I'm taking it spot in his heart,
even his deepest secrets,
get recognized by turn of each page,
before reaching these ear drums of mine,
like a tabloid chronicle that missed a deadline

I cannot marry a poet,
who will not allow me,
to touch his pen,
neither give me a green light to drown,
on the authored pages of his journal.