Distanced soulĀ 

Currently 5000km away,

3 hours difference,

Millions seconds in between.

My soul has been implanted,

Into a body I haven’t yet touched.

Like a misfortune orphan,

It sought comfort in his heart.

Like a parasite

With an eager relish 

I have colonised his brain.

Fragments that illustrated 

The timeline of my life

Have dissolved in his vessels,

Fuelled by his existence.

So I beg you, soul of mine,

As you seek refugee

In the body who owns

The soul living within me,

Ease the pain and downfalls,

That he may face alone,

Until I crawl my way through

This crowded rugged earth

And reunite with you

And the man who has tamed us both.

Just when..

Just when I told myself
That I won’t fall again,
I did.
Just when my smile has become
Involuntary and empty,
I giggle.
Just when I’ve accepted
The darkness to cover me,
I rebel.
Just when I got sucked
Within a void that I’ve built,
I escape.
Just when I have lowered
All my expectations,
I hope.
Just when love and admiration
Had no value
No meaning,
I fall.

In the eyes of The Moon..

A flat marble,
Imperfect white shades
Mirroring the sky
Or was it reflecting the ocean?
So close it seemed
But didn’t dare reach out;
Afraid to ruin the scenery
For the rest of the world out there
Wish I admired it a bit longer
I might have noticed
The dark edges
And empty freckles
The reflection of which ocean
Or on which sky it laid on.
But I have admired It enough
To hold hope for another day
Where I’ll meet the oceans
In the eyes of The Moon

There, that twitch of a smile

That twitch of a smile.
When you remember those times
Of pure stupidity and foolishness of the past.
The kind of past that when mixed with the present
It urges you to hope
Rather than haunt you to misery
A history that you still have diaries about
That you couldn’t even burn their existence
Reminding you of some of the idiotic and childish mistakes,
That you’ll be protecting your kids from
The kind of mistakes that you spent hours laughing about yourself
After just reading the first page.
There it is again..
That twitch of a smile.
That reminded you of the sound of his laugh,
How it paired up perfectly with the opening of his mouth,
Showing his imperfect teeth,
That you just loved regardless.
That reminded you of his droopy eyes and full cheeks,
As they meet each other with that grin of his.
That reminded you of his smart ass attitude
That bad boy persona and dirty talk.
Yeah, always had a thing for trouble..
And there it goes again.
That twitch of a smile.

Life is a cycle. Love is life.

We are a world shaped as a sphere,
Almost a circle.
Life is a cycle, they also say.
They said it right.
A guy likes her
And another loves the same
And another one proposed
But to all she said No.
She didn’t feel anything
But brotherhood and friendship
But whenever it was her time
To love and to care
She tasted her own medicine
Or is it her own poison?
She was a sister,
Just a friend
To all her crushes..
To those she finally cared about
But only then would it hurt
Only then would she understand
The feeling of rejection
Of hope being demolished
Or maybe hope extended
That if she did better
She’ll be worth it
Worth his time.
And whatever happens
Life is a cycle, a circle
And there is no life without love.
And with a circle
There is no meeting point
People run after those
Those who run after different people.
And the cycle continues
Sad, right?
Tragic, love is.
Tragic and dramatic.