Stars Only

Long, sky-like hours drag by

Stars are but all I want to buy

Stars only

Shops ought to be closed, this time of the night

From my window, all I take is their distant light

Shinnin’ faintly

It’s dark-old in here, smell’s of decaying memories

Men whose pride they choked on, lie still in poetries

Like this

I think of my unborn son, and his unattended funeral

Mine is life to grieve, tossed and burnt and non-liberal

Unlike his

What We can Be

I've been here a many times
in the wake of the new song
and this morning it was different
I thought of what we can be―
a constellation at dawn maybe
for soulmates to behold with fixed gaze
their heart overflown with ecstatic love
or rhyming mourners of rotten past
wasted without each other

Oh dear, tell me, what can we be
in this haze of being―
where everyone is so ravenous
to be everything and nothing at all;
where love is much of a word
than a single pulse in two different beings
or one sky in two heavens
that is the shared floor canvas for lovers
to draw the musical notes of their hearts

Tell me, what can we be?―
The single story never told to our ancestors
and the historical legends in the art of living?
Or the metaphorical silence in the stand of the sages?
Tell me that we can be us
tell me that we can be one verse
in the lyrical cord of life
or in the darling book of poetries
speak to me of what we can be.

Soul Black

We’re never left with a breath to think

There’s no time to count days

Or our indistinct memories of blessings

We’re just on the edge of falling lonely.

There’s no rush though, we’re not in love

We’re not in songs nor in italic inscriptions

Yet; but we’re in hearts of envious unborn

For death is a one-way going

No looking backwards

No recalling of the last step

For there’s no standing, no sitting

No lying, no walking, no flying

For in death there’s no being.

In a man-made era, unorthodox is sinful

We’re too connected to go through

Each other. But heck we’re too broken

We’re trapped in the cage of free[doom]

Sometimes I wonder where we came from

The way was erased behind with lies

That we’re one, that we’re together

Yet we’re distant like heavens

Strangers

There’s the shadow roaming in our souls

Ask my fellow poets, their journals know better

It’s a timeless feeling, a die-hard friend

Why does it sound so dull, empty and sour?

In the inside

Why do we have to paint it grey?

To look artistic and cool, and seemingly fine

At the outside

When the creeping night is to peel off the curtains

To unclothe the shivering soul

And open the tap of despair

We cling on the thought that we’re not alone

In the sinking boat

When I can wail to the lady beside me

On my way to town but never get heard

When I walk in earphones listening to nothing

Just…just to…you know why if you’ve ever done that

Now tell me that you care before sunset

For I’m never alive at night

I die on old songs, old days

Old memories that will never reoccur

Tell me that you love me now

Tomorrow I’ll be gone.