MY GIRLFRIEND

it's a winning streak,
a moment of victory that boosted his ego
he's a singular past tense of a plural future

maybe lessons ought to be learnt
what is the rightfully wrong thing that life brought us?
the benefit of the doubts.

a crystal clear view of the insatiable crave
for the only reason to believe
that one is in love because he ought to be.

the crusts that fell onto the ground
one would not noticed unless you're stringent
enough to not leave anything out.

a thrust into the chest
left the heart dead,
i guess no amount of revival potion
can revive this

leave it all behind

yeah, i want your girlfriend.

PURSUIT

it's as if i'm trying to reach into this abyss of endless darkness
in search of your heart.

sometimes in the dead silence of the night
when i lie alone in bed,
i think about us
the past, the present, the future.

i guess it is a time like this
when i retreat into the hollow pretense
of truth, hoping to see through something
i wish not to see

how far will you go with me?

i know you love me,
but why can't this facade of mine
that i put up for you be placed down

again and again,
my heart is broken.

and you don't know what it really means
to be me.

it's not the importance of the certain things
that happened or never did,
it is the symbolic meaning of every single one of them

we all speak of scars being the very existence
of why we avoid the obvious
and yet, so many a time
how many of us did take the risk
again and again.

it may be a mere heartbreak,
or simply a broken promise.

but the adverse, disastrous beginning
begins again and again.

when will we learn?

i guess, we never will.

PROPAGATION

if there was a way to show how much you mean to me
it's probably so complicated, it's impossible to comprehend
however so, deep in my heart, you're so important, i think
i'll probably die if i were to leave you.

the crack in the mirror wasn't an incidental issue
rather, it is a significant one that reminds us of one another

so many people entered and leave our lives
opportunities were taken, but that don't promise an end
likewise we all fall, there are times when these are crucial
for without a loss, there will never be a treasured gain.

in possession of an item, only forces one to lose control
for an item can never be yours, someone can take it away
but if you belong to the item, there is the difference
for it's you it longs for, it's you it'll stay.

everyone wishes that sadness was temporary
they cry because happiness is period
you've got an inch, but you're asking for a mile

there will never be something that truly emplifies your truth
for the truth doesn't stay true, at least, not for long.

irony that rules, contradictions that survived
the improper behavior is what truly last
something that no one can ever propagate right.

SOLITAIRE

like a song without words, the melody was played in my head

i wonder if you'd ever noticed when i was hearing it

sometimes when you looked into my eyes, i wonder

if you could really see the sparkle of hope in them.

we all have cried for all kinds of reasons

i think i'd cried because of the foolish ones

but right here in my heart, i still think of you

and i will stare up at the sky thinking

if you were thinking of me too.

i love you, spoken probably a millionth time.

but i still mean it. every single word in it.

and if there was chances like those that happened in fairytales

i hope it will always happen to us, right here in reality.

like faith that we hold on to, desperately clinging on us for life.

we cling on to faith as though it was our beacon of light.

symbolic existence between love and hate,

is one that always awed the people who never understands.

a quiet breath you exhaled into my neck

a gentle caress of your hands on my face.

the sweet kiss you give me on my forehead,

the way you hugged me like i was going away.

the sweet words that bind us

will always stay.

WITH YOU

the rain hadn't stopped since last few days.

dark clouds hang low, decorating the grey skies.

my heart is somewhere faraway. i think my heart is with you.

oh where have my love gone to?

leaving me cold and deserted in this drenched solitude.

my skin stings to the sense of touch.

flakes of ice frozen within my lashes, handicapping my ability to see.

is this a delusion that i manipulated upon my troublesome soul?

where is the love you promised to give?

the truth that cuts through your facade.

here i lay in the cradle of death, waiting.

a black humour someone played on me.

you lost your sense of humour, while i laughed myself into nothingness.

when the rain stops, you will be back.

where am i?

i wonder to myself.

dark clouds hang low.

zeroing the chance to see the silver lining.

where is my heart?

i think.

it's with you.