Saturday, October 04, 2025

A Murder in Poetry

 I have rehearsed it
a thousand times —
The perfect crime,
The getaway, the alibi.

I rifled through my chest,
Each cavern, every ravine,
For traces of fingerprints
And of guilt I have to leave behind.

I mirrored my soul
As I watched my conscience practice its silhouettes,
In the dark — slow and meticulous,
A confession whispered at night.

I smile at your closed eyes,
Let your ghost dance through the door,
Lit off that lantern,
May you wander, may you get lost.

I do not want my hands stained,
I do not want rain that tastes of iron —
Yet in every epilogue of my poetries,
I have already killed you with a thousand knives.

I will lose myself in the songs
And of the prose I leave like footprints,
And if only thoughts could kill —
Oh my! Then mine would be a quiet genocide.

Sunday, September 28, 2025

Make Peace

 Make peace with the battles 
You fought so hard
But did not win.

Make peace with the struggles 
You tried with your best
But did not come out clean.

Make peace with the silence 
You always tried to speak about
But never dared to open your mouth.

Make peace with your heart
For not always siding with your mind 
But learned to be kind.

Make peace with person
You always wanted to be
But did not become.

Make peace with your "what if's"
You tried so much to justify 
Until then, you will be satisfied

Trouble in the Old Town

 There's trouble in the old town
And the whistle 
Is waiting to be blown.
They killed the Mockingbird 
Only for the Mockingjay 
To be born.

They made the perfect crime
Troubles and troubles
In the heart of the old town,
They're enjoying the show
Just in time when the whistle 
Is finally blown.

P.s. 
A lot of people (I know) are so blatantly condemning corruption inside politics, shame on them! They don't look at themselves, they're busy joining the social media posting their disgust, when in fact, they are the very same people who are corrupt in their very own jobs. Shame, shame on you!

P.p.s.
Don't confuse the scheming corruption in your job as a blessing from God to sustain your needs/wants. If you think that way... Then you are mentally broke.


Monday, September 22, 2025

Of the White Dress Unworn

 But we love dark things 
From afar. 
They seem beautiful 
And Mysterious, 
Noctivagant.

But not until it gets us.
Moving in shadows,
Devouring our light.
A wraith in waiting 
With Opaline eyes.

And in the dark that veils us,
We yearn once more
To be there in the distant,
Just Watching 
With the moonlight.

But as we walk in silence,
Like a ghost in prayer,
We learn that
Freedom comes 
In different enigmatic ways.

Freedom is acceptance 
That some things 
Are just numinous dream,
We cannot dare to claim.
They are meant to be elusive.

Freedom is forgiveness 
Even without an apology.
For it is a waste of time
To wait for something 
That may never come.

Freedom is parading 
That long white dress
You did not wear,
For some shameful reasons 
You no longer care.

Freedom is wearing 
Your silver shoes 
Meant for the altar.
But now you're walking it
In the pavements of your street.

Like vellichor and withered pages,
Yellowed book from ash and age,
You yearn and learn all the same.
And slowly as your heart breaths 
You kiss your grief goodbye.

Thursday, August 28, 2025

Point Nemo

 But first loves
Belong to the past. 
When fairy tales
Wrapped around the innocence 
Of forever ever after.
Kindled by sparks,
Blown by the Winds.
And when life happens,
All that is left 
Is the embers...
Ashes...
Cold blackened charcoals.

And yet here we are
Still believing 
In Phoenix.
That from ashes
They will return,
Burning...
Scourging...
Rekindling what's left.

But first loves 
Belong to the past.
They remain in the clocks 
Of forever not in present.
They flicker in a glimpse 
In the chasms of our lives.
But they will always be
Closer to space than land.
A Point Nemo
In a vast of mosaic emotions.
A hiraeth...
A nostalgia.

Saturday, August 16, 2025

For All the Stars (I've Wished Upon)

Once upon a time,
A vast of labyrinth 
In the sky.
I wished upon a star 
So ephemeral,
But it was an epiphany 
In my heart.

My pristine heart
Found ebullience,
Like a limerence,
In the oblivion 
Of the dark...
Opalescence.

So again 
And again 
I wished on every twinkle,
On constellations,
And nebulae,
Orion and Equulei.

Oh! But Alas!
Each and everyone 
Fell.
To grant my wishes, 
My fervent prayers,
At night I spelled.

They left 
The heavens. 
Leaving my sky
Empty and barren.
As deep sense 
Of sonder, in me deepens.

Where have all
The Stars gone?
I wonder 
As I look up
And wished to see them
Again, one by one.


Friday, August 08, 2025

The Footnotes


 Inner peace is when they made you a villain in their own stories but you refused to be listed on the footnotes of their books.

That you choose to be at peace rather than battling over some petty and insignificant wars.

Because you know that your integrity weighs more than your reputation.

So let them write series of books about their twisted stories about you and just smile without giving a damn on their acknowledgements.

Tuesday, August 05, 2025

 But the truth is...

Even if you're good enough 

If you're not the one they are looking for...

You will never get to be chosen.

Saturday, July 26, 2025

Echoes of Felicity

 Life is an echo of felicity that disappears in a great chasm of poignancy, an occasional burst of laughter that could be plotted above a graph of an interminable wail of misery, like a terrible giggle in the midst of your horrible forced march to death in hell. It is a single skip of bliss.

Sunday, July 13, 2025

Dark Days

 But I have my dark days too,
When I just shut my eyes
And in the darkness 
I Dream,
I escaped reality.
But what's worse is that
I indulge in the darkness,
In sadness and madness 
And I find pleasure in it.

But dreaming in the dark
Has made me realize 
Something worth waking up for.
Like that spark hope you didn't find
So you created it for your own sake.
To warm you.
To keep you going.
Even if it's artificial,
It has the sincerest purpose,
To get you going.

And I have my dark days too,
When I just shut my eyes
And in the darkness 
I Dream,
I escaped reality.
It is where hope resurged.
It is where I start all over again.
Because in my dark days,
I still refuse to quit.

Wednesday, July 09, 2025

Of Songs We Dare Not To Sing (Hence, We Hum)

 A toast for all the songs 
We dare not to sing,
Forbidden lyrics 
In sacred hymn.
A toast for all the songs 
We dream to sing,
With hearts on fire
Our souls scream.

And for the poetries 
Written in rhymes,
We dare to speak the words 
Without a tune in lines.
And so we pass on
The ballads
Of songs we dare not to sing
Hence, we hum.

Sunday, June 22, 2025

Closures

But closures doesn't always end with a period.
For some, it is a question mark
Answered in silence.
For some, it is with forgiveness 
Without any apologies received.
For some, it is running away
With peace of mind inside their bags.
Some have it the hard way
Carrying all the loads.
Some have it the easy way
Changing lanes on the road.
Some have it beautiful 
Like sunsets waving goodbye.
While others have it all blurry
Cause of the tears in their eyes.

Cause love is like a bubble
Beautiful yet fragile.
Clear yet with barriers,
Light yet hard to catch.
It goes with the wind 
If it's gentle,
And pops out just like that
When the wind gets tough.
It is a wonder...
Yet simple as that.

But for us...
Closure is a happy ending...
For each other... 
But not with each other.

Tuesday, June 03, 2025

But even fate cannot deny...
That Only time can endure forever.






 

Sunday, May 25, 2025

Drawn

 But we are just ordinary...
Easily drawn by the sparks.
Whenever in the dark...
We find beauty...
Even in artificial light.





Tuesday, May 20, 2025

Love and All it's Afterglow



After all the songs have ended, 
You're the echo 
Resonating back to me.
After all the lights 
Flicker and gone,
You are the afterglow.

After all the sunsets have faded,
The twilight dims, 
And the moon hides,
You are the embers 
Lingering orange line,
You are the afterglow. 

After all the stars have fallen, 
Leaving the sky
Dark and empty,
My heart will still be filled 
With all the love
And it's Afterglow.


Love and All it's Afterimage


 
Will it be bearable 
For my heart
To see your afterimage 
If I believe 
That it was love 
After all?

Will you disappear 
If I touch your face
With my fragile heart?
Will my eyes trace back 
Every picture of you
Inside my mind?

Will I be left in solitude 
With stains of your colors?
Fading into oblivion 
With all the love
And it's Afterimage.

Saturday, May 17, 2025

Love and All it's Aftertaste


Will you be haunting 
The halls of my castle?
I have built alone
Just to wish you were here.
For You are the ghost
Eagerly invited
To visit the walls 
Long been emptied.

And my heart calls out 
Your name, 
But the corners just echoes it back 
To me without you.
Like a marble sepulchre 
All dead inside,
My safe haven
Becomes my pain.

And this emotion
Is like a hero without the glory,
Like a human sacrifice 
Back when myths were once science. 
Tell me how to break
All the spell I'm bound in,
Kill this witch with a beautiful face
And All the love and it's Aftertaste.


Saturday, May 10, 2025

Make peace with time...
And You will never run out of it.

The Art of Time