The Sphinx was alive when
The blackhole emerged
Somewhere in the galaxy of

My dream.

It was an ode to immortality,
I presumed, built to mystify
The mind of Hawking, winding

The roads

Of everything left to us by chance
Or rebirth. We knew it by now.
We, too, are stardusts.

Explore the timid quiet night life;
Hear the billows of the gushes of the wind
And the orchestra of the grasshoppers
Within the blades of the knee-high grass.
And as the fairies and nymphets,
Dance under the umbrellas and mushrooms
And the star-clusters of constellations,
Walk past through the lane where lovers embrace,
And you, all alone, with no lover or so,
Just have to fall in love with whatever there is
To fall in love with.
The wax of Artemis, and the wane of Diana
Beams at you in static cinema-like spotlight;
The ghost of a girl with a battered heart
And the dew-damp earth and rain
On an empty 10pm cafè
And the scent of a purple paradox,
Oh, it’s death and so lively magic,
Fill the night.

Pick a petal,
And pick another one
And feel the stardusts coming into life.

You were a symphony of stardusts
And I, a lost prismatic star
But you came to me
As if I was your constellation
As if I was your universe
You came to me
And suddenly,
I am drawn to your symphony

if we were made of stardust,
why do we not shine as bright as the stars?
are we dead on the inside,
like the diamonds we see in the skies?
are we darker than the shadows that
it overpowers the light inside of us?
why do we destroy ourselves,
when the stars gave up their lives for us mortals?

if only the dark would
embrace me and
turn my thoughts
into
silvery stardusts

if only my
body went
numb.

She’s a bone-clung loveless girl,
pillows and comforters of wanted love
suffice and supply her with the stardusts in the night,
along with the ebbing and flowing waves of her sailboat dreams.

And he is a wanderer of wanderings
with eyes that are ready to take over and under the world;
packed with all the innocence and bottled-up love songs,
with the boyish playful smirks in the curls of his smile.

Then, it just so happened that the world shifted.

They are souls meant to be.

It just so happened that two stars collided
and a magic-bag spilled all over the place.
It was a constellation pulled in threads, needles and bobble pins.
The universe was never the same after that nanosecond.

And he’d look at her
with decency and yet with batted lashes
of course, with all the guts he could muster to put up for her
as she still suffers in uncertainty
treading on thin, thin ice
caged heart, skinny love and knotted locked heart.
Puzzle pieces perfectly fitting and filling
the gaps and holes and blotches and emptiness.

Two worlds smeared with the colors
of radiant red, pastel blue and hope
lost-and-found pair of hearts
that are far apart
yet entangled and tied and bound
by the red fate heartstrings,
never ceasing to tug monotonously
on their constant constrained heartbeats.

They are souls meant to be.
And souls meant to be.
And souls meant to be.

In a universe full of galaxies;
its clusters, superclusters, stardusts
and other heavenly matters in the
twinkling space,
the universe attracted two mere specks of dust in the earth
called mortals
with nothing quite like yin and yang demeanors

In a dark sky brimming with millions of stars,
the earth holds a sea of billion people who wander toward each other.
The universe must have conspired for these
earthly mortals to work their way around each other,
and finally to consign love and affection.

One mortal breathed life with her
shoulder-length hair at a time when her life is still unkept.
She did not know that
love was hiding its presence at the corner of the cold room,
branded with dark ink on his arms,
also concealed in bleak mood.

However,
Love, all of a sudden, made known its presence and
revealed
his being to this startled mortal who was clueless
of anything.
Through time, Love altered its image from blonde to black;
and arms now fully covered with ink seemingly from back-to-back.

Somewhere along time and circumstance,
it was as if the universe almost failed its attempt of holding
everything together.
But fate
worked its magic around for two mortals who are
polar opposites to give in to the universe's strong gravitational pull.

Love, at first, failed to deliver on time
and could not have two mortals look straight
to each other eye to eye.

Finally, this mortal deciphered love
revealed through long full lashes which tickles the eyes.
It came with cute laughter,
chubby cheeks and bite-sized
chubby banana fingers.

Love wasn’t weak
for it found the courage to
finally meet his opposite
and carry on his purpose
in the vast mysterious universe.

Love always welcome with arms so strong
and wide open
Despite somber days and
as well as in luminous nights.

Love, surprisingly, came prepared with movie tickets
but decided
it did not want to watch
secret life of pets.

Love has a tiny medicine kit
always kept in a knapsack and
deep in the pocket.
Love was always making sure
they could have the time of their lives and
and accomplish a bucket of wishes written
in a dreamy list.

Love came with such thoughtfulness
and witty nature,
and rational mind,
and feisty feature.
Love came tough with love
and a smile so vivid it would capture you in
seizure.

Love came with past branded on his arms
but was handed over with a present
through the mortal who identifies herself as shining light.
For the shining light thought
Love really did arrive in time.

You claim you have never seen a supernova. Perhaps you hadn't witness beautiful things explode with such brilliance and never again.

If we all had a role to play on this earth, I'd say some are astronomists. They never stopped longing for the taste of a spark so distant, light years away; they never stopped chasing the lights that perished way back in time- that could only compare to a flickering candle but never to the twinkle in one's eyes.

Perhaps those who believed that we were made of stardusts, believed that what's inside of us were never alive.

The first time i loved forever
was when he came up to me
and said ever so sweetly,
"i really like you, please accept this flower"

he was glorious and all,
a boy not a man,
he really made me fall,
gave me smiles when nobody can

and boy, my heart was whole,
it was nice, we were good,
it was me, it was full,
at least until it lasted.

Everything changed when i met my sunshine;
the one who taught me bad things,
who made me shoot comets,
the one i fed stars and those in between -
when i met the one

i learned how to sew stitches,
i swallowed a needle,
i ate stardusts,
and accepted burnt candles

my heart was flashing bright,
i was blinded by the sight
of how deep and gentle love could be,
if only we were meant to be...

Nothing can come out of sadness?
therefore you should live again
for sadness gave me a lot,
sadness gave me my solace
sadness found me an angel
sadness lifted me up from hell

we built towers and fortresses,
we are catching the falling
and patching the holes
of a broken heart's great desire -
to be whole once more

Your words flow in and out of my mind
and goes straight into my heart

Time has stoped
and all I know
is that we were meant to be

Our silluettes
clashing with the sparks
we feel in our hearts

Stardusts
all iridescent
swirl around us
invisible to the naked eye

You will forever be the reason
why I've stayed alive.

A gray blurry guy
In another person's film
That guy casually passing by
On the protagonist's screen
Got no dialogues
Only seen on the prologue

The shepherd's purse in the garden
Unremarkable; easily forgotten
The broken mug on shelf
Filled with flaws of varying depths
The ghost of the forgotten past
An unidentified abstract
Of nightmares, memories, and sands

But dear, that is his tale
Why see things this way?
Different trains, different rails
You are not made on the same recipe
That gray guy on his story might be you
But you have your own coffee to brew

You are the main character of your scenario
A Gladiolus in it's bloom
A resolute gladiatior with thousand scars
Reminder of a survivor when carved
Those cracks you can't expose
Let's fill it with golds
Mend it with the sun's dew and the moon's kiss
Still pretty even with the bruises
The phantom of a gleaming future
An unidentified abstract
Of daydreams, wishes, and stardusts

Reader Reader on my wall
Who's the fairest of them all?

Dear, it's the hero of every movie
the protagonist of every story
the leading actor of every film
the adventurer of every tale

It's him
It's her
It's them
And
It's you

You are seen
You are known

We all are

Yesterday I met a poet and her poems
She stands and fights, lives by her heart
A heart of gold, never cold, never old

I see it in her
A spirit untethered by all but the vast sky and blue sea and the seven colors of the rainbow upon her shoulders strong
She knows the sore heart of a falcon gyring above red desert dust
She knows the blues of red sunsets on a crisp starlit winter night
She knows the wordless mantras of dying stars shedding their last stardusts above the great barrier reef
Knows how to number them off like lambs to sleep

She has walked from the break of dawn when the skies are stained with fiery reds
Till the last light of dusk when stars powder the night sky like salt scattered onto a black tablecloth
From the the shadowy allies of Tripoli
(Where peeling graffitis of revolutions beckon from the cracks and crevices of old)
To the stunning waves of Bell Beach
(Where every slam of killer waves against the reef synchs on beat with her pounding heart)
From every lash of the wind upon the harsh highlands of Tibet
To home, where the heart is.

Counted every rise of the full moon
Atop the moonlit snow of Kilimanjaro's peak
A lone soul exhaling softly between the downbeats of the moon's sighs
Knowing everything, everything
Everything goes

And to this poet I give my wishes true
That until we meet again
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back

May you armor yourself with the emotions you bleed into words and the glasses of sorrow you get drunk on like art
Meld yourself into the art you paint
Turn every tear dredged from unassuaged moments of need into an artistic experiment called pain
So this world can hurt you
No more

Live through every second not just along
As though shrouded in a dream but very much alive
Shadows of people flicker across the stage we call life
Living their hearts on Cupid's lasso and necks in a tightening noose called time
In one's brief lifetime we can only bear witness to so many plays before we too
Fade away

But you, dear poet, are not a shadow
You're the black wind of the seven seas
You're the lone wolf who treks the seven billion unspoken corners of earth
Collecting lost tales from parchments yellowed with time and recounting them to winter constellations high above

May you leave no trace but your poems
So I can find you once again
Maybe not in this lifetime but in the end
We'd promise to meet in the far Milky Way