Deeply Entrapped

Love, remind me why then
the rainbow interrupts rain
from tying our fates together as we
tiptoe on the wet floor
lawfully after many bridges
split in half separating us two?

Haven’t we exasperated our tears to no end
because we call unto them
whenever our eyes disobey our longing
and looks at an empty wall instead one another?

Love, come forward today there’s a coupon
right before sunset’s transforming colours
to wed and bind each other
in the never ending circle of tragic love
boy meets girl, girl shies from boy
boy pursues girl, girl falls head over heels
boy misunderstands girl and girl leaves
only to meet again before time closes that frame
mediocre happiness yet fluffy like summer clouds

I wanted to recollect the simplicity in which we met
and we’d not known we’d be enrolled in
becoming puppets to our own desires
yet gladly so because one touch
as it is one touch and I’m no longer sane
my being belongs to you.

Love, say I’m in contrast to how we’ve been
tumbling lately
forgiveness is a burden but
I’ll go to the peak of that same mountain
if it’ll keep my hand in yours
without any shadows coming in between
making my hand in yours feel like mine is clasped
by the world’s core and when the clasp opens
my hand will not be a hand anymore.

Goodbye for seconds that did not escape us
and those that did, find them with someone
even if lava became your bed
will sigh in content and not look around aimlessly,
it would seem, my eyes weren’t yours only.

The Married

Remember to catch any promise
that threatens to escape,
those cannot fall, were they to escape
between you and I a wall would appear
when we used our might to never seperate
and never looked at the sky with ambition.

I remember most days
because they take the colour of smoke
those that sparkle I’ve captured
and have become our ceiling.

How far have we come?
I cannot tell you since I didn’t know you as a child
but I can attest, we see things differently now
I can start a journey without you
telling me what’s up ahead.

We’ve crossed many unforseen hurdles though,
haven’t we?
Just sitting in our porch, butterflies entertaining us
could you have foreseen it
when my presence stole your peace?

Now though I can’t tell what remains,
our time has become fragile,
it feels it cannot attain more seconds.

So our last promise,
let’s meet again after Heaven’s door.

Alongside Many Changes

I used to know, 
regrets opened our eyes; 

My lover said, 
one lie told and the truth hid; 

I used to know, 
if I could remember days my eyes were open; 

Perhaps I used to know, 
without love as cloth, skin shivers and houses goosebumps;

My lover said, 
to remain by your side, I'd be shedding my sight;

If I could capture a star with my heartbeat 
the world would listen to my commands;  

My lover said,
why's there only silence in your house? 

I used to know, 
the shadow of my every whim; 

Perhaps I used to know, 
forever couldn't capture time;

I used to know, 
my name even when I went long periods without hearing it;

My lover said, 
can I believe your eyes when their shade is black; 

I'm neglectful, 
hence change brought calamity to my mind;

I used to know, 
regrets weren't an armour in face of truth. 

Grey Breath.

when we close our eyes at night,
it’s not only the moon that lets out
a sigh of relief but those
those too who stay awake at night,
ensuring our daylight will dance
many dances motivated by the moon,
those too spot a smile on their stagnant faces.

Bits Together

Soon air started to chase me out
my pass time with the moon,
I’d come out holding steaming cup of tea
and it’d keep tea’s breath
while making mine sting, to breathe hurt
like that, I started to only watch the night
from my fireplace eye without the stars lullaby;
watching where my thoughts find rest…

Should I tell you how many pages
my fireplaces have eaten?
because my hand isn’t like time,
misplaces serenity that sky
houses when stars are out and twinkles?
Should I tell you?

Letters To Freddie: 18

I saw you as religion,
not being religious;

I saw your as purpose,
being lazy;

I saw you as principle,
not knowing my conscience;

I saw you as truth,
having walked on shades;

the time I dedicated to us,
I did so very obediently;

I maintained honesty,
only how I knew to be honest.

Two Poles

the thing is, with you;
no matter how much I try to lie to myself
the lie can never be so beautiful
it captivates me from the truth or
too ugly it drives me away,
never again to find my way back, with you;
I’m always aware that

by your fingertips lie sterling chandeliers
by my feet skeletons trying to hitch a ride,
by your feet clouds prompting you forth
by my fingertips lie presumed fulfillment,

jump, jump so your forehead and the moon could be equals;
that air I breathed became one with nothing

the difference between us.

Who Might You Be There In Glass

I got mad starring at the girl in the mirror
oh but that’s wrong, ain’t it?
not a girl anymore, woman in the mirror

touch to her face
and I felt it yet was not my intended
let me know too with longing
when I went to touch my face away from her

how the woman, with her hollow eyes
seemed silent yet I heard complaints
fantasies could not drown,
complaints I answered to by
living near a window

she mocked me

a woman with brown eyes
brown eyes that seemed not to capture
images my mind picks in that land
only a guard-less mind can state true

silly even time teases me
brushes my skin like glass would
like a feather would stay on a cheek;

while her eyes are vacant except for the mole
that draws my attention and says,
was I ever truly not captivating?

dreams they’re called,

The girl, pardon me
but yes the girl whom I tried to remind
she drew a moon first and called home
then we were only strangers

In my madness, I raised my voice
because noise would switch on her eyes
but the slap given by her house, mirror
introduced me to a fascination of my blood
slowly sliding down my freckled cheek patiently
only to stop without resistance

stayed there too became a sculpture
missed her eye by an inch;
tears aren’t that tenacious

“I’m wrong.”
my hunched ego said
“I’ll try harder.”
my debt said

but I could never honestly accept her
she was never me;

The girl I am had long left to her house
hanging on the clouds and
rainbow roads with rain as curtains,

the woman I recognised as myself,
dream she’s called,
told me if I’d dared to become acquainted with that girl
then I’d know truly how the sun is like up close

I got so mad looking at the girl in the mirror,
oh but that’s wrong, ain’t it?
not a girl anymore, woman in the mirror.

Brown eyed woman, the colour which
the woman I recognised as myself
had never seen till I opened my eyes
to the girl in the mirror.

Ah but time knows many tricks…


Boy, the girl will undergo many parallel changes
As you’ll turn into a man with Adam’s apple
and she breasts and hips.
Don’t hold her too loosely else she’ll bruise
call you many colourful names.

Girl, the boy might develop a loose tongue
like these times, and forget he’ll need your touch
to soothe his history, be patient with his glazed eyes
after all before you could stab a man in the back,
he’d already known how easy it is to take a life.

Both of you, in a garden you understand
your paths might be aligned but
which thorns are poisonous you’ll find out individually

Boy, the girl will shed tears hidden from your sight
like you’d shed tears hidden from any sight
if you can, say; why couldn’t she?
That mistake, presume it was bad a day
otherwise don’t move briskly infront of her
there are many days when the sun don’t shine

Girl, you too discard expectations
of the moon and the stars when you’ve found
them indifferent to your whims…