No face to be proud of
And my pedigree's blown off;
Free hugs that no one notices,
A lips that beat white lotuses—
I'm no ones best
And everybody's last and less,
I'm only here existing,
Standing while breathing,
Into the world I'm blending;
Maybe my luck has long snuffed out—
Long used up when doctors pulled me out.

Once the bell tolls
And heavens listed my name,
Buy me eleven asters
And fly me to the stars—
Gift me a thousand pages too,
My companions as in the universe I flew.

Ephemeral gray
And harmful particles,
Spreading through the whims of breeze;
It's like a deal with the devil,
A portion of my life in exchange,
For calming the unknowns in mind.

In the bathroom I'll sing in the stormiest voice
And dance the weirdest of grooves;
This small space is my grandest hall—
Where masks of pride and shame fall.

You ventured out to the world
Made with white spaces and blackened words,
You lived a life like no other
And you wished that it was forever.

Ultimately, the pages are not infinite,
Once you opened its cover being lost is definite,
This is a curse of a good book
It leaves you naked in the freezing brook.

However, don't be too crestfallen
Because a story only ends once forgotten;
You can relive those happy moments
While once again, gently turning its pages.

If the first read lets you see the hero's will;
The second will let you witness the villain's tears,
And after dozens of adventures
You'll become part of that world's allure.

Love should be done in equal control
Let us both hand over the lives we own;
Let her dictate mine and I'll write hers,
Like wars fought between greatest generals—
Lo, ****** battlefields turns into work of art.

Look at world with simplest eyes;
A child in wonder why black is night
Nor why does sun makes you blind—
Watch flowers in the field of rubbles,
Chase butterflies with love in mind;
To be free of spoilers and stereotypes,
O, child look at them with simplest eyes.

Dream of an absurd dream
And everything shall be a piece of cake;
To jump into the moon
Is harder than finishing school;
To win a queen, pure and everlasting,
Is more elusive than having a fling;
To live in immortality
Is much stranger than hugging your sanity.
Life would be really easy
Once ambitions flow into fantasy.

I got an empty canvas
And I need your hands of glass
To dye me in different shades
Of life; of joy; of pain—of your taste.

Let's make the stars as our topic;

We all know they shine
Like small gems in night,
But do you know a surprise?
They are alone most of the time.

In our lenses they could fit
In between each parting lips,
Close enough for them to whisper
How Earth makes her creatures suffer.

Yet, zooming in there's only void;
Maddening—is that why flares are deployed?
To cry for another cry
Only to echo until the end of time.

On the corner of your pages
I'll leave not my name
Nor my wretched face,
But a word of thanks

You let me read your stories
Shared to me your worries;
I somehow became part
Of your wonderful art

I would be greatly honored
If you saw my crooked words
And remember those times
That once our pages aligned—

Where laughters are easy to find
So did our cries and whines.

You tripped off your feet
Then stepped on something that pip,
It goes boom; and you go woom!
You reached the heaven,
But got rejected—
So you entered hell,
Full of wiles, trying to be
The villain in their eyes;
Yet, Satan was out of the house
Fighting angels and God for wows;
With no choice Charon ferries you
Back to where the happy are few.

I saw a bird the size of whale
It has wings like clouds
And eyes like the dipper stars;

I want to run mountains,
Climbing peaks with each step
With no sweat as I reached Everest;

******* is not a bull that ****
Like how chaos and mayos rhymes
But don't taste the same;

Anarchy, I understand not antipathy
Though I'm full of empathy
That is not present with any of my aunties;

Oh mind, you rocked tonight
Thus dreaming of a life with light,
Tomorrow is another fight;

Present within, dumb and intelligence
I'll gather them once
And they decided, I'll live how I want.

I saw your face
And thought an angel,
The sun has fallen—
You shine so effortlessly,
With a heart of gold
Brighter than any other,
And even blessed with a laughter
So contagious it makes the dead chuckle;
You've captivated me
My eyes set you as the prize,
But I know I'm destined for bronze
That is why the delusions must end—
Maybe in the next life
I can make you love me twice.

I got a piece of my soul
Stuck on your ruffled sleeves
Can I pry them off
I'll try not to let our skins touch
Cause I too am trying to forget
The warmth that I've felt

Rainy days make me contemplate
What if I took her warm embrace
What if we shared our dreams and fears;
It is the cold that whispers,
Lonely tunes of an old radio,
Waking up emotions of faded hue;
The thought of you and me
How lovely would it be
If I could lean on your shoulder
As the weather turns colder.

Stars looked like glowing sands
Down here—far, far below;
Cities too radiate a blinding hope
Gazed beyond the fields and hills;
Beauty oozes out of a distant thing,
Meter and miles allures the mind.

The white, fluff tears of the skies
Halts the youth and fires
Even the silence cries
Seeking warmth and lies

Like a house that's alone
On that long wintry road
Blankets for hearts that have grown cold
A rest to a journey that is long

The sun's burning bright
The flowers are at the peak of their life
The critters dance and sing in time
The young spend their days in flight

If God hears a blasphemous joke
Would He laugh like we do
Or would he sigh and lament
His children's growth?

Once a monster was set upon the world
Immediately he died, traumatized
Yet his neck wouldn't stop
From twisting to look back
At that awful world
Where he's not the only
Sheep that is black.

Imagine you met God after your end
You bowed in reflex 'cause the prophets did
You crawled to His toe like a loyal dog
But, when you look up into His eyes
You can't see any praise
Only twisted face of shame.

Satan is tired from all the blames;
You're the one that sinned,
Not the evil lonely him.
Don't say you were tempted—
All he does is howl
Like his tortured crowd.
His whispers are loud,
Far from a soft mistress' moans.
He's not the one to boast
Nor does gold glitter in his eyes—
Only flames and sacrifice.
He's the full wrath of evil,
And he has a God to defeat.
He doesn't care if fools like hell's heat.

Summer nights had lost their luster
As a million fireflies dim their embers;
Only in nostalgia could we glance
Those scenes where they once danced

Lost are their glimmer—
The forests mourn their partners
For they've taken its tiny souls
Mystic glows that made them whole

Their embers were put to rest,
And murk swallowed these blessed;
Their shine that wanes to bloom
Now forever sleeps in gloom.

A wilting aster
Questioned Death
Whose body surrounded
With field of flowers—
Would they cry?
They answered,
Yes, though
You wouldn't know why.

My life is too quiet
Yet I never met solace
For in this silence
My thoughts propagate
Happiness until hate
They're breaking my mindscape
Yearning to be heard
Out in the landscape
But I have none to share this burden
Flowers wilt and birds fly away
Loneliness is my only company
I'm silenced to misery
Left only with a single wish
A creature that feeds upon
My overwhelming thoughts

In this jungle of variety
I try to be a deer;
Grass, salt, and my feet
Are all I need to be fulfilled
Yet, why is the end
To be prey—that meat on the tray
When all I've done is to roam free

But, when I become the tiger
Animals growl at me, they say
Stop, herbivore you should be
Not a predator, instead
A prey that roams free.

Rivers do not cry
For they have been crying for too long
Long enough to forget
How rivers look
When they don't cry.

You felt your being was crushed
By their gaze, by their says
Being beneath them, you hate
Them being above, you abhor
What should you do
To remove the stain in you

It's easy
Don't place yourself below
Don't raise your head to see
They are but a stain
Bleach them away
And wear that pride

'Cause only in death
Should you put yourself down.

Someone has thrown another coal,
It asked me to burn my worst
Bewitched by illusion
Like the little match girl—
But isn't that the dream I seek
To dive into the hole like Alice did
So was me being awake
Really the best that it could be;
Can't I stay here burning
Until the sun I became?

A flower does not seek why it bloomed
Nor does it ask why its petals are blue;
Time under the clear sky is alive,
Weathering storms can mean something
Though they're all likely nothing
To the aster who doesn't have a midlife.

If my desire of immortality
Was not delivered on Tyche's oak desk
And my neck accepted Death's penalty,
Make my funeral transient and modest.

Do not dump me bunch of would-wilt flowers
Nor weep with salty tears upon my earth
Instead scatter me some seeds of asters
For when they blossom it is my rebirth.

Though if God of Wishes grant me this dream,
Erase my name from your reminiscence
As I have ventured out this weary realm—
I'm with the stars flaunting my omniscience.

Either way I'll try to end it laughing,
A fitting mood for my new beginning.

This moment is just a dream,
An illusion of a greater being
And once the cold death
Gave us it's warm embrace
We will fall into silence
As we wake up to see the reality.

If so, then why plague your mind with worry?
If this is just a dream, then why are you experiencing it in tragedy
When you can easily make it into comedy.

Burning desire for a flesh
Tear it apart,
Pound them hard;
Nether are screaming—
Another angel to consume!
The master is not in my skull
It is inside my pants.

O my heart is ill
It does not cough
But it does love

You see words the same way I do,
With eyes that glow in yearning,
With heart bursting at the seams—
My comrade, you are.

We traverse these dimensions
Of black and white,
Where the smell of papers
Lingers into our lives.

Each smile is a memory,
A dream or an adventure;
We have bonds beyond reality
More precious than any treasure.

It is carved deep into our marrow,
Identical to the myths that we hallow,
The moment you read any prose,
Fate binds us as fellows.

Your mind and my mind
Like God's hands they intertwined,
Creating myriads of realities
That only we could realize.

She is that flower in pinkish-red hems
Blooming amidst the silent, withered stems;
She does not need any grace of water,
But pleased to tears that have fallen over

My hand trembles, I cannot pluck her roots—
She's too precious to be in worn-out boots;
Though it hurts, I'll hope there's a gardener
Who'll place her where light shines a bit kinder.

This darkness is mine
This coldness is fine
They are my prize
For fearing lies

Only to the starlights
And to the midnights
My lips curls a smile
Companions till my last mile

As exciting as crumpled paper
My existence's a water vapor
A field without vivid flowers
A tree with a fragile roots

My soul shall rest
With no tears to someone's dress
Write this on my epitaph:
Here lies the heart that did not love

If we're in our eighty's
And you thought of me
Relax and don't worry
Days have passed of me being weary

Now I'm floating, not in heaven
Nor purgatory and hell even
I'm one of the stars which the night livens
Smiling like when I was eleven.

A friend asked, “Where would you like to be buried when you die?”
While he looked to the ground
My eyes lingered upon the sky—
“The verdant grass makes me itch
While the bluest ocean is too deep...
The void meanwhile is quiet and without any life...
Isn't it perfect place to rest after I die?”
He laughed and said, ”That's crazy!”
And I thought:

You are the crazy
To live in this world of weary
And not escape, but instead be buried—
In my death I want to be free.

Why was it so easy
To imagine myself
Falling in love
To your smiles,
Yet so hard
To see myself
Right there standing
Next to your side.

In the midst of jolly red
I alone stood bit distant,
Aloof, and somewhat lonely

Merry is just an arms reach
Yet that gap felt like light-years
Among the crowd, I'm not one

I chose to let the cold seep
It built me my apathy
Supressing both joy and tears

But what sealed can be unsealed,
A hint of warm, long lost love
And I'll wish for stars collide.

That dark desire clouds your mind
It whispers something profane
Asking for pleasure that bind
Filthy corruption and bane.

When the dream ends
And the dreamer dies
Would the world stop to mourn
Or would it continue its revolution;

With neither an impressive gun salute
Nor just a simple cry of sadness
How long until the warrior's song fade
Into the reality's cruel silence;

When the dreamer dies
He dreams of an eternal edifice.

I realized, it's not the universe
Or the microscopic world
That a Human should look into,
We shall seek our soul
Hidden to the void we own;
Navigating through experiences
That are like storms in the sea
And, probably, we would realize
That maybe the greatest treasure of all
Is us, ourselves.

Dust had long settled on that heart,
It barely works and full of rust,
Though it was only used once
After a misery it was
Thrown aside like a trash;
It is an antique with no value
And never would have one
No matter how much time passes—
A piece that would stay on the shelf
Until it crumble into dust.

People dream of being a scientist
Meanwhile, I wish to be a therapist,
Not for the foolish mortals
But for the myriad-glittering stars;

Thousands of years apart
They're lonely, are they not?
I'd like to listen to their flares,
Be a being that for them cares,
And find a cure for their despairs.

Isn't that absurd?
A longing that this life couldn't approve.

On the Jester's neck was a blade
What will he do? Run and evade?
No, he made fun of its size:
This one wouldn't cut me into dice—
A funny way to the gates of paradise,
Yet a brilliant way to make one never fade.