people never fail to marvel me
just out of curiosity I fantasize each one
peculiarly I daydream; dream of
how someone can be **** awestruck
the other nonchalant schmuck
there's no wonder the most smiling
indeed must be so despairing
maybe i'm wrong , maybe right
like how you say - " don't judge a book by its cover"
in the eyes of thine one is warm hearted
and one is cold hearted
humankind of materialism and raphs exist too
people ralph others secrets
there are some concealed to pinky promises
i hear every now and then,
individuals saying we know each other well
i ponder how well!
like how i used to believe i know all about her
when literally i don't even know a speck of hers
people are amazingly amazing
we think we know everything
but the truth is we never know
the heart on one's sleeve
some are blue
some are pale
some are butterflies
and some are chameleons
one kind remains colourful throughout and,
the other kind changes with circumstances
people always confuse me with their personalities
they are parallel imitating same echo
seems to long along howbeit ne'er coincide

what inspires you to write?
the leaves holding tiny rain drops or
the sun shining mirage them as pearls

what inspires you to write?
is that the feelings in your heart or
the lyrics on your head

what inspires you to write?
the pen you hold or
the voice of the angel you hear

what inspires you to write?
is it the tragic of the new moon,or
the magic of the rabbit hidden in full moon

what do you write for?
for the words that can't come out of throat or
for the words that can heal wounds

what do you write for?
to the person you're in love with or
the person you've never seen

what do you write for?
whether the people to read you or
the people to understand you

what do you write for?
for the name tags after your name or
for the name you think everytime you write

I ask you , why are you writing?
I ask you , what are you writing for?

Throwing down the band on her hand
She said, "it all ends here"

Harmonizing with his un-understandable melody
I vocalize in a loud blare owieee-ee
he thinks I'm being a typical stuipde
than he raises his note to another key
thinking I'm going to sound like a monkey
Owieee-ee-eh-ee utters again my mouth
but this time mine is a little high pitch
"doesn't gives up", my baby sings now in a breathless tone
my amazed mug does nothing else than dropping jaw around 10cm length
proud in his face kills me to give a try
and here I go with another woah-oh-oh
not surprisingly I fail yet I'm delighted
to see the pride in his eyes

It's been way to long, walk back
to the land we knew
fall from the world we have now
build one together for us
just smile and speak until this dies
I'm running-
running in the woods of your sillage
breathing the memories you left in my cells
wishing we would hold the hands
and escape to the ukiyo in our heart
I'm aware this will become a memory ;dés vu
but still together
let's balter forever
leaving the foot print in the december snow
I promise, I will stare you like a mirror
bring the the color to feuillemort
when vernal is back to life
up to then feel the cold warming each others soul
I know that our eyes can talk like we used to
so don't wake up from the dream
unless we can see the scintilla.

You can see the warmth in her
If you take a deep look
Her eyes shows more of solitude
a selcouth wandering in bushes
With the head in the clouds
Someone lovely discovered by windfall
She is the evening serenity
Mesmerizing beauty of ages