With every moment passing We knew this was coming to an end New beginnings with sunrise Were we happy? Different paths chosen Last breath of togetherness woven Reminiscence of the memories Were we happy? Lying underneath the stars Baffled by our perfectly imperfect connection Wishing upon a shooting star, for similar intimacy ahead… Continue reading The night before sunrise
It’s waiting for me at the end of this road. Road meticulously laid, laid through mountains and woods. Woods varied with each step, steps numbered yet uncounted. Uncounted steps taken into new terrain, terrain unknown yet familiar. Familiar faces left behind, behind with all the mementos. It’s waiting for me at… Continue reading The wait
Wandering through these woods, our paths crossed. Before we knew it we walked together, further and deeper. Days passed, months passed, moments lived and shared. Throughout our wander we heard two distinct voices: soft murmurs of love and noises of uncertainty. Deafened by these noises, we gave in. Now I wander… Continue reading Dear almost lover
What do you see when you look at me? Stripping me bare with your eyes Inspecting the curves of my body Flicking through all the previous ones in your mind. Slightly taller than the last one, Definitely fuller than the average ones, Unsure if the face is attractive enough, Debating between a five or… Continue reading What do you see?
What’s with war? The only question I have for our ancestors. You didn’t know better, We should have learnt by now. Been here for 200 thousand years, Yet not enough years to teach us to be human. Those innocents wanted to grow up Make this world a better place. All that remains now… Continue reading What’s with war?
There is a flower vase with roses In the middle of the room Enchanting passerby with its regal bloom Dreamy sweet fragrance Days gone by I see the roses, not blooming Just there, wilting Unnoticed for days And one day will never be There is a flower vase with lilies now Mesmerising passerby… Continue reading One day
From the distant world, I hear her cry. Hiding under her roof, Staring outside the glass window, Hoping to find a little love. All she sees is a street of terror, Innocents frantically pleading for warmth. From the distant world, I hear her cry. She is waiting patiently, To embrace the gleam… Continue reading Distant World