I should stop searching for heaven.
Now that I've found you,
I see my heaven
             *In your  eyes,
                    In your  voice,
                            In your   touch,
                                       In your  **arms.

In a room, with the walls painted grey,
A bed, a cupboard, a table and a chair, finds their place in its emptiness.
The curtains, of a melancholic shade, drawn shut, as if the sun burns
Wrapped in solitude, my eyes can see better in this dark.
No voices, no people, only the walls to listen to,
The stories mentioned by its inhabitants that passed through.
The grimness ever spreading, reiterating a life's worth of tales
This solitary confinement is a saving grace, as the world outside fails.
And with passing time, I chose to hide
Rather than face my fears waiting outside.
Within these grey walls,
I see a chance to be at peace with myself, until one day, the heavens whisper its time to come home.

ask your blood
your limbs, your breathing feet
what Poetry is -
a phylogenetic anomaly
in light’s discontinuity

or just…
the strange yearning of hematopoiesis

ask the silence in your lungs
the bursting DNA, reinterpreted
how it allures memory inside your bones
how it treads conventions of sleep
with the weight of a sigh

if you ask me
what Poetry is
I’d say: breath calligraphy
a winged dream of depth
on enchanted retina
the bitter-sweet art of airy harmony

ask your hands
what Poetry is
perhaps they’ll take a moment
to bloom

When the first rays of the sun is cast on you through the venetian blinds
Your hair, a golden hue, in curls they tumble and fall on to your sides.
Your skin, a tanned wonder, Aphrodite will envy with her immortal soul
And your wild and untamed spirit, through your eyes, even Artemis will fall.
Your voice is like honey and works magic to the heart and mind
As you sit there, by the window and sing till the heavens will open and the gods descend down.

I chose to forget and have me led by a rope
I held the blindfold as you tied it
And stood there as you set our house on fire.
I chose to be naive, dreaming of your eyes
And falling in to your arms,
Couldn't see past the lies
Or your dangerous obsession with alcohol and its vice.

Maybe that's why your  eyes seem dark
And your heart so cold.
You bare your teeth and smile innocently
Say how I'm beautiful when I know you can't be right.
You're voice was so soft , almost a whisper
Made so perfect, you'd get me to fall asleep in your arms each night
But when I wake up next morning,
You're gone, like you were never there
And I'd just sit there and wonder what went
wrong with my life.
Every morning, the same perpetual heart wrenching cycle.

I pulled you out of the wreck, if you can
remember and see
I gave you a reason to try and start a new life
And now you lead this lone revolt to see me die inside,
Maybe that's why you're wielding the knife.

Mom called yesterday, she was crying on the phone
She said she had tried holding it in so much,
Now she just wants to open the floodgates and let the tears flow.
Asked me why I was putting up with you
Why I wanted to go through all this.
I didn't know what she was saying,
And she didn't know how much I loved you.
David always told me how I was making a mistake
But how can I see the truth when I'm so blinded by you?

Why didn't I have the strength to face the truth and move on,
Why, when I look into your eyes,  despite the darkness, I see love,
And with your cold heart, I still feel burning passion?
Why, when you set the house on fire,
I stood there burning and dying
*But in a dreamy haze, still thinking of falling in to your arms?