I fell from the sky to blue sea-
To die, yet not to die.
Why must all suffering be mine,
And all the fruits thine?

Who wrote destiny
That cannot define me?
Pain lingers in my heart,
Thorns strike deep in my bone.
Why am I dethroned, always alone?

They say it’s karma—
Karma of the past.
But why do I cry like a mermaid,
Whose pearls are no treasures,
But burning salt from the eye?

O fate,
Stop it—just stop.
This soul is already broken,
Already terrified.

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

🐝 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.

🕊️ Innocent Bird



A bird chirping on the ground — mesmerizing all aloud
She can’t fly, not anymore… but why? Why, o why?
Her wings lay crushed, left her soul in tears.
Singing alone, still beautiful — yet pain lingers in her voice.
But never again shall thee fear those beasts.
She shall rise from the desert, past the hill,
No coward bird now — she is eagle, risen to heaven.
An eagle divine, like phoenix, rose from her own ashes.