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.

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.

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.