Monday, 25 December 2017
With his fragile hands,
He try to dug himself out,
Out of the madness.
The child refuse to back away.
To get out from the cold and merciless weather,
Freezing and windy,
That he still can't get use to,
Lost in thoughts,
Of the outside world.
Run wild in his mind,
Igniting his courage,
To move forward,
And step out from his lonely world.
But he thought,
He was doing it,
Do something to get out,
Alas, sitting near the little fireplace,
Alone, dreaming of an escapade.
Wednesday, 31 May 2017
When I have no one to talk to
They are here beside me, whispering.
Sometimes, I just ignore.
But, mostly I listen to them.
This bit by bit consumes me
Bit by bit, I am no longer myself.
And now we have become one.
Somehow I am relief
That I'm no longer alone.
Saturday, 23 July 2016
Monday, 2 May 2016
A see through star,
carry the light of millions.
In the vast space,
the star has met with many,
of different shapes and colours.
Sometimes with no shape or colour.
Though this star is not much yet brings beauty to the night.
Soft light penetrating the eyes.
But not appreciated even when given the galaxy.
Mortified and depressed it went into regress.
And now stared into the eyes,
capable of taking things from dynamic to stationary.
With the hands that bare life.
Powerful and mighty with nothing to stop it.
Prepare for next,
oh dear see through star.
Do not bound with anything anymore.
Let sorrow be free and fire takes in.
Monday, 21 December 2015
Tuesday, 20 October 2015
As you told everyone
Or you think you have told them
In your own ways
An artistic and unique it may seems to you
But not to others who thinks differently
All you did is for the sake of humanity
The sole reason that keeps you going
Eliminate the unwanted and the violent
Who are you to judge,they said
Throwing curses and hates at your shadow
As they can never catch you
Your mind is the ultimate work of god
Swift yet delicate fingers that works the magic
They can never understood such human can be a monster
But you don't want them to understand you.
Tuesday, 15 September 2015
The final drop of memory has been drained.
Emptiness is reveal, conjuring scenery,
Of something that he had always dreamt.
Kindness and violence are different actions.
But has the same mechanism.
Even now, reading has the same mechanism.
He is now aware of the connections.
His eyes are now covered.
Leading to the cold path ahead.
Deeper into the darkness.
He has chosen and will never return.
That poor lake yet soothing.
Winter does not make it into ice.
He wondered and probably found the answer.
The skin is impaled with vigorous cold straight to the bone.
Birds are still singing and wind is still blowing.
Oblivious of the human being.
The paper is floating eventually drenched.
Still no human can be seen.