I am finally beginning to see the things I was blinded about when I loved you.


Small Talks

Small talks.

That’s not what I crave for. Tell me your biggest fears, your worst nightmares. The person you always dreamed of becoming when you were a kid, and why you think it’s an improbable dream now that you’re grown up. The reason why you never finished reading a particular book. Tell me what ticks you off and how you’re able to find peace just by looking at the serene night sky. Tell me about that old man you saw in the train, clutching his own cane, alone. Or how you would rather not wear your jacket in the midst of a February midnight breeze. Tell me about your frustrations and what makes you hate people so much. Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else before.

I wanna know the depths of your mind, see the shadows of your heart. I want to embrace your humanity—you as a person of vulnerability and strength, not just another being forced to live just because you were given life. I want to trace my fingers through every inch of the scars your soul acquires every time you find yourself lost and no one heard your cries. Because I want to be that person who hears. I want to kiss all your bruises whenever life knocks you down yet you still find a way to wake up everyday with a forgiving smile. I want to be the person who helps you heal your ache. I want to be the one you find yourself at home with whenever you cannot seem to find a place where you can fit in this desolate world.

All I want is to be that someone who never leaves you at your lowest point. Who bears with you no matter how rough and ugly things could get. That someone who believes in you when you don’t. Not because I want the same intense of affection from you in return, but because I know exactly what it feels to yearn for a company that’s never there, and I don’t want you to feel that way.

And it’s okay, if you cannot be the same for me, trust me.

I’ll be okay.

Ordinary Universe

​Her mind is
Nothing but a wonderful blessing
Always yearning
Always growing

And here I am
But a blunt feather
Blown away by her endless wind
I float along the hush of her whisper
Of how grand of an angel she is
Eternally too big
And too much
To fit in
Our ordinary universe.


Doesn’t matter

How we try and hide

A piece of our puzzle.

One way or another

Upon the casting light

Its shadow will reveal

What remains in the riddle

We refused to hear.

Tonight A Felicity To Witness


Tonight a felicity to witness,
As though forever
Since my eyes saw last,
And value a place so little,
Moulding puddles on the side,
Rain-kissed asphalted road,
On my pale white shoes
Splatter youthful dots of earth,
So beauty a wet urban surface,
Yet peaceful a rural dark,
Playing hide and seek,
Are stars and its queen above,
Soft cotton cloud,
Their clothing warmth,
Lamp posts sparkle my eyes,
One, three, seven,
Til I lost count,
They pass and draw
Vertical horizons,
Filling the void of land,
I close my eyes and breathe,
The humble glaze of air,
So gentle and innocent,
Caress my somber cheek,
Perhaps the way of heaven,
Embracing his daughter back,
After a day seemed too eternal
Chasing bubbles in combat.


Old friends, acquaintances.
I wonder,
What happened
Between me and you?
I hope you do well
With the life of your own.

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Grandeur of My Vie

For once I thought myself,
Incapable of what I used to feel,
What I used to live for,
For many times I tried,
Yet more million ways I failed,
Indeed handicapped I have become!
As the story of an old plate of steel,
Weak, dusty and rustic,
Left hanging for years and years away,
Under hurtling weather of mist and heat.
But so long has it been,
Since I allowed myself to dream
And lose under the sublime trance,
Deterred I would not.
If I’d have to cut my throat,
Or tear my wrist,
Or burn myself,
Even if
I’d have to sell my soul to malevolent,
To hesitate I shall not
If it would bring the joy back—
The serenity I once had,
I’d bleed myself to die,
O, yes! The grandeur of my vie,
And the greatest tale ever written,
Shall finally come to life.

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