Life such as a plant requires love like water
Love can create a good mood
Loveless life is extremely miserable
The sweetness of love can fulfil life

What's with you and  that
smile?
How hard can l try to get a spot in your life?
what is it about you that keeps me chasing and guessing?
Is it  the way you talk or walk ? that my heart skips a little bit?
how awkward did it get when I said hi?
what time is it so that I can hug you for the very, first time?
what's with moods that cry under the veil of an exquisite lady like you?

Like stars burn in the sky,                                  
A heart pounds to love even when broken.
Sigh of  breath that choose to stay in an art of a domicile            
that holds memories lost in ages, Beauty and perfection that chase after the wind joins two kinds of people,                    
That's me and you.

her eyes would go
to all sorts of faraways
body, mind and soul disconnected
yet merged into the perfect embodiment
breathing in a world filled with plastic and insincerity
behold are her hands that work wonders and as her words of pure,
she is the clearest vast of ocean and slate you will ever come across to witness

a flower amongst a field of defiled individuals
she is, if not, the closest to perfect

(n.j.)

Two years ago I would be terrified.

Sitting alone in the dark,
A bus stop on an empty street.

My hands are under my legs,
Im not cold.

Ive stared at a yellow light,
I imagine its hue as the sun
It feels warm.

Sounds of faint wind whistles course from one ear to another,
I smile and take a deep breath in.

Here where I am sat, I belong.

I close my eyes and imagine what will come of me,
What will come of me?

The Artic air, the sinister setting complete a tranquil mind.

I have accepted all odds.

I am not scared.