Live

I walked on 

And on 

And on

Wore the shoes

they gave me

Never enjoyed the sand

Mirage of appreciation 

And sand dunes

of lies

What I hold is 

Slipping away

I am in woe

of losing what I don’t want. 

I set the roof so high

I can’t hear the raindrops 

Silver is the sky

and my memories in

Monochrome

Home

Where is home?

On this the stairway

to all things great?

This what I made love to?

A motherly embrace?

The unholy pleasure of 

Substance?

Hence I deem

it meaningless. 

That hickey on your body, meaningless

Top of the stairway,

meaningless

The strip under your tongue,

meaningless 

The castle on the clouds, 

meaningless

Warm touch of mother,

meaningless. 

Mother

Dilemma

I do not know

Whether to live

Or to live longer?

Slow Dance

The pavements of stone

Yellow lights from 

Lamps on colonial

Lampposts

Aged are the

Buildings 

Cracks in the walls

Lights creep out

Lights sneak in

You walk out

Of the dusted

Wooden door

It creaks to announce 

Your arrival

All ballads fall short

To describe your dress

Your walk

The subtle yellow light

On your face

And the way you

Don’t talk

Your dress sways

And so do you

Eyes widen

Hearts beat faster

The look from the window

Dusted but clear

I see what I want to

Not the beauty queen

Beside me

I wish it was me

I wish it was me

Who was holding 

Your hand

One on the back

To feel the satin 

Again

I was

But I want to be

The guy in the black shirt

Rains 

It rains over me

Still I practice 

Hoping a day would come

We will sweetheart 

Dance in the dark.