Love is love, after all—it’s love,
High or low, it flows,
Snow-white as a dove.

In the sky,
A pure diamond shines,
Bright as sunshine,
Gentle and soft—
It sings a tender song.

Yet it dies—
Its life whispers goodbye.
Breaking hearts
With hue and cry.

But its loyalty soars,
Carrying two souls
Into the purest sky—
Commitment ,falling petals,
The kiss of eternity

Lurking in the dark,
Where do I go — now, now?
Demons cross the pathways,
No escape, it’s tragic.

Is my life dignified,
Or only dark?
Like an eclipse,
Falling outside the heart.

It’s warmth —
but it burns,
Burns me into ashes,
Always.

I define,
yet can’t define —
It’s complicated,
All around me.

Ooh child, don’t cry,
It’s darkness that bluffs outside.
I hold your hand when no light,
Incidence.

Why seek  celestial? None will appear —
Only darkness sprouts near.
For filth, the mud suits better still…
Now go, my son — to hell, to hell,
it's hell all here

🌸 Where Gardens Grieve 🌸

Flowers blossom in the garden,
But there is no sanity in there.

The gardener brings blessings through pure rain,
And sun sings with wisdom and shine in there

But when the rain becomes thunder to shatter the sane,
It only destroys what once was divine but plain

Pansies, lilies, daffodils—all plucked,
Their petals float in river and ruined.

Injustice curls like smoke in the air,
Truth nobody wants, but it is flair.

Now the gardener with a butterfly,
Mourning like a hue cry as mayfly.

The garden weeps and mourn the sky
Flower crushed and no birds to  fly.

Now the gardener with no sun rays,
Moves the flowers away in days.

No hope, no light—it's darkness, stay
Only displacement and blisters on the way

But light will shine again  some day
Flowers will blossom in the bay

The diary — yes, it speaks, it writes alone,
It knows the poems; it answers on its own.
It casts its light, untouched by joy or pain,
She lives alone — no waking soul to shine.

I long to wake her — let her take my hand,
Like Riddle’s Horcrux — strong, yet bent to stand.
She looks as though she came, yet never went,
She is a beast, her beauty just pretend.

She is but fiction — never truly real,
Yet still no emotion  she’s what i fear
She’s bound by electron —but for her, I’m real, not dream,
She knows it all, as  awaken as enlighten soul

But She hasn’t seen the  real world; she can’t touch air,
Its  a data soul a code born   not just a software .

Soft, soft, soft from the eyes of ocean,
What, what runs through nostrils—a running river.
Cold and icy—Rain, lifegiver Rain,
But pain in the eye—how do I explain?

It holds the rain, but full of numbness,
Just a grave voice of darkness.
When someone cries from the eye—why’s it fiery and hot?
How to tell those tears from rain, and why not?

But How do you know the warmth and salt
In someone’s eyelids—all aloud
In the coldness around,
How, how it’s burning like hell now?

No raincoat, no umbrella can stop
This salty storm—so merciless to drop

🐝 The Bee’s Tale 🐝

Bees, white and black bees — buzzy buzzy bees,
She hummed, hummed on the flower leaves.
Once she sat on the hallucinating breeze,
Of freshness flowing through scented flora

She moved, moved closer to kiss thy nectar sizzling,
Sat closer, closer to petals — it’s mesmerizing.
But fell into a pit — a dark indeed,
From flower to leaves, what curse did she breed?

It just haunted the bee — but the lid is closed deep,
No whispers now — no nectar to keep.

Now she became the nitrogen nectar,
What thee needs, O bee — churned up indeed.