Tuesday, February 15, 2011

valentine haiku

Oh! valentino
how could love speak so harshly
leaving me empty

oh! valentino
how does love glitter at night
the way stars do?

Monday, January 17, 2011

even if i bury my soul in the ground
and wait for it to suffocate and die
will it ever change the truth?

even if i lost my spirit in the darkness
and wait till it totally vanish
will it still hide the truth?

all that may left me are unbearable lies
chasing me from death to birth
how will I ever see the truth?

Saturday, December 11, 2010

mornings have passed
and only empty evenings complete the days
the midday heat steams by noon
leaving the earth cold at night


i wonder why the sun surrenders
somehow, it needed time to rest
and the clouds needed to cry,too
'tis to release pain and agony
from the excruciating reality

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

leave me a word that would describe pain
for pain itself is an unbearable word
if you leave me other word
how painful would it be?
i opened my blog
but i don't seem to find words to fill it up!
moments like this are empty
no inspiration, less motivation
life sucks sometimes!

Monday, September 13, 2010

monday

Earlier, when the sun was up and the streets busy, and the people rushing, the pain and rage was on fire.

Later, when the rain calms down and the streets flooded, and the trees all damp, that pain and rage will sudside..

bathed by the heavy rain like the tears pouring down her rosy cheeks... it would flow, it would swim away, it would be gone..just like the rain.. after a long busy day..

Thursday, August 12, 2010

AUGUST DEADLINE

the time machine must have malfunctioned
living the earth cramming in frustrations and delays
Few sips of coffee ends your morning
Empty tummy starts the day's work
Day and night
Seems like a single hour
August must have gone mad with the rest of the months
living the days jumping over each other
day 1 then comes day 30
a heavy days work leaves you motionless
At night when sleep hardly visits
a silent desperate prayer leaves your thought in darkness
morning comes with eyes popping like frogs
the world must have gone crazy
sensing its near end when things must vanish
and another world shall give birth