Centennial celebration

I am writing this piece

As the way

Of celebrating the centennial

Of giving out thoughts and feelings

Through letters and rhymes.

Centennial celebration

Representing hope

And desire

Of thriving towards the sun.

This thought may not stop. 

These words may not end. 

One foot at a time

Despite wandering the night
Through my soul and mind
I am glad
That you no longer appear
Reminding the time together
Winding the memory
Back in its reel

The lenses of freedom
Is even sharper, day by day
As my feet slowly,
Steadily,
Passes the time
through your apparitions
One foot at a time.

This one is for you

I love the sound of your voice

Calling my name when you’re in distress.

I love the smile on your face

That radiates the sun of my hope.

I love the way you listen,

To my heartbeat after a long hard day.

I love the way you talk

Enveloped with insecurities of your look.

Didn’t I tell you, that you’re the finest

            Of them all?

I was blinded

I was blinded –

Walking on a bright day

Carved by hope

Where I made happiness

To take you under the spotlight.

I shouldn’t be so sure.

I was blinded. 

Celebrate happiness

Celebrating happiness

Is the last thing I would do

Or the thing

I wouldn’t do

As happiness never lasts

I will get hurt

Again and again

Like a circle

And feel ashamed

To walk on earth.

I’ll never celebrate happiness. 

The one I’ll never be

Reminiscing to the past

Through rhythm and tunes

Remembering me of you

Every single smile, laughter

Is merely past

And I can’t stop

Regretting

For losing you.

I didn’t play enough games

I didn’t care enough

I didn’t build my promises

Nor give you flowers

You went there

Leaving me, trapped, in my own ego

That swallows me, drowns in myself,

I’m glad that you left

‘cause I’ll never be

The good one.

Take me away

I am trying to escape

To the realm of

Serenity.

From this ultimate uncertainty,

where voices

empty voice chatting, manifesting behaviours.

Take me away

By our enchantment,

Take me away,

To the realm of serenity. 

Night of passion.

Living the night from serene dreams.

Chasing ambition, of loving the art.

They said they are crazy,

Of spending time and possession, just tell the world

What they feel.

They said it is passion,

To stay awake and wander with papers and colors

Of interest, but never fame.

Every steps, were driven by passion and love.

Casual Conversation

Do still you remember

When we talked

And see into each other's eyes?

Listen to our voices.

As I could listen to your heartbeat

And you could listen to mine.

Remember,

That casual conversation

Of what you saw

And what I felt

From we wake up in the morning

And before we go to bed.

Your voice, smile, and laughter,

Embedded in memories of us

Through time and ages

By this little drop of ink.