CURTAINS

Leaves withered 

On the drought land

Grass refused to grow some more

Pungent smell of fruits laden on the ground

Pavements mistless and no slime

The night called for a cold one

Promised to gnaw on her wrath

To throw enough spoil of her angst

The old sight never to happen again

The moon shadows the lifeless trees

Buildings abandoned

Properties left to oblivion

Lifeless

Futile

Then heard the guttural cry

One lost soul

One regretful mourning

When nothing was left

When no one to turn to anymore

Then came regrets

She came from a pit 

She knew well

Her comfort

Her life

Her everything

Yet, after death descends

She was left alone

To see the misery

The lost world

Because she hid herself

To the confinement of her world

When she realized she could walk

Could talk

Could run

Nothing was left

To share the world with her

Futile

Useless

Lifeless

Wasted. 

  

FRAGMENTS

Life is a matter of perspective

It's how you see yourself in 

A big loop of chaos

Your choice

You stay in the center

Be part of the whirl

Or be the peripheral

Onlooker

Lookout

Your mind would bend

Your heart would listen

But somewhere

Stuck in between 

There's that choice

To go along

Or stop

Or disappear.

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You stood

You laughed

You sang

And danced the tune

You conformed

With what is right

You acquiesced

The truth

You are bound

Yet again

You have your choice

Once

Once

Just the same

Decide

Be firm

Give yourself

A chance

To live

Happiness

Just like

How you want it

Not because it should be.

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 If I am that

I could have

But I am not

So I won't

I have been

And look

What was?

What is?

What will be?

Void. 

NUANCES

Tweet, the bird says
It spreads its wings
But not strong enough
It tries to walk but feet
Feels like goo
It opens its beak some more
And tweet it sounds
Eyes dilate
Ears alert
Yet the bars
In its front
Spells the truth,
Caged.

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He didn't stare
He gawked
He smiled
He said lovely things
He never promised
He tested the water
Warm
He soaked his foot
Feet
Knees
Until totally
He was submerged
Yet when he looked up
He was alone.

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I am fine, said the ant.
Let's walk
Let's crawl
Let's see the sunlight
Let's feel the breeze
And the wind
Beneath our limp feet
Hold on
Is that water?
Hold me
Let's run
Don't let go
Hold still
Climb up
Hold tight
Oh my!
Don't
Don't
Why?
And the ant cried.

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If it's complicated
Think
Think
Think
And think
The brain works to its full maximum once it is pressured!
It has to free logic and reason or else heart will take over
And most often than not,
Disaster!

Random

I am but a butterfly
Flying lightly
Sipping nectar
Kissing the petals
Smelling the pistil
Dancing the wind
Beneath my fluttering wings.

I am a bee
Busy humming
Sniffing the scent
Of buds
And flowers
Of a very good morning.

I am a caterpillar
Crawling the green
Hugging the stem
Touching the dews
Sleeping in the hollow
Of the new blooms.

If only I am a bird
With the wings sturdy
As steel
I will soar up high
And be oblivious
Of my present predicament.

But no!
I am just a moth
Dreaming to be not
Wishing to be another
Oh there's the fire!
Would it hurt
If I will rest for awhile?