Like bubbles in a glass of untouched soda, waiting for eager lips to bring them to life,
My passion shrank and sank with shame beneath the weight of your indifference, fizzling away into oblivion.
The bouquet of roses, carefully picked to greet you,
Lost its fragrance as the aging petals crumbled into dark dust.
Every time I lit a candle, its flickering light became a constant reminder of the lingering question: Why wasn't my light enough?

She met Mr. so-and-so on a hike in Nepal
I acknowledge he is a heartthrob
Now living in NYC
She’s the one I want
And she wants to see if they can connect
Lucky him, unlucky me
At least she told me she’s gonna call him
The situation is grim
I want her
She maybe wants me
But if she can get to him
It’s sayonara for me
I know this happens all the time
Girl leaves the boy back home on the line
It’s happening to me right now
As she wishes upon a star
And I watch distantly from afar

I remember when I was younger,
Wishing to soar across the sky
back then,dreams felt real-
But even dreams...do die.
We thought we knew
a single night of lunacy
And life took a cruel turn
From joy so sweet
And dreams so wide
to silence when
The sun sets at dawn
Now the birds don't  sing
morning  songs-
They mourn.
Their notes a requim
For what we lost.
And all that remains
are memories
Bittersweet-
memories

it cannot satisfy
a starving person
like a piece of bread

it is my hope
it will stay on their tables
saying Good Night.

Fly
To the distant land
Where pain no longer lingers,
Yet the echoes of your deeds still follow.

To the faraway place
Where filthy lies fade like the breaking dawn,
Yielding to the crystal truth once left unspoken.

There, you need not fear what tomorrow holds
Dance and sing with the wind.

Now off you go,
Little soul,
To the land where you reap what you have sown.

Fly… fly away.

Yes, yes
Yes, I know
There comes a time
when we all must go
I know, I know
It’s the way of things
It has toppled tyrants
and buried kings
So, we must be thankful
for time spent
in our broken bodies,
souls woefully bent
to the needful side of suffering