Some have called love’s stare
A paralytic agent
Gladly submitted


Tinted Glasses

Tinted glasses
Having passes
A pause in reality

The Sun gets dark
You spied a lark
Diminished mobility

As it stands now
I take a bow
My job is done as of today

Few miles apart
Like in my heart
I don’t think of you as I pray


names written in stone
tears shed for disorder
there comes a time
where dreams lay to rest

and by and by
do the trees sing
“oh how wonderful,
how beautiful
is love
from smooth spring
from scorching summer
from agile autumn
from windswept winter”

trees that
turn over a new leaf
do so without fail
just to survive
they don’t hold out
for succulent spring
nor supreme summer
nor authentic autumn
nor wise winter
but yet I’m here

for you

like a flower waiting
to bloom in time
it has been never
since forever
and never is a long time
possibly longer than forever.

Last Thought

May this be the last I think of you
When I walk down the streets
And a cat leaps onto my path
Crying for a little attention

May this be the last I think of you
When I turn on the television
And the drama tells of a love story
That started great, yet gone all awry

May this be the last I think of you
When I find myself in a bookshop
And the books all scream for my touch
To find hidden gems between them

May this be the last I think of you
When I hear songs sung in French
And the singer reaches a high note
Holding it beyond all belief

May this be the last I think of you
When I write down this poem
And your words still linger like a breeze
Memories are but a cursed blessing

Not A Second More

The stars never told me of your existence
Nor did they ever told you of mine
I would struggle to know my identity
But you knew yours all along

We woke at the same time that morning
You had to head down early to work
I opened my eyes to the light in my eyes
I didn’t sleep well at all

My afternoon was filled with voices
“You’re useless, why aren’t you working?”
“You should never call yourself as my son anymore.”
I could only curl up and cry

Your boss had you come up to his office
A promotion was on its way
Colleagues all had roses ready
It was a huge celebration

The door slammed behind me
The voices wouldn’t follow me out
The lift ride down was filled with thoughts
“Should I never live another day?”

The road was quiet for a rainy evening
Filled with water, indistinguishable from my tears
The cars took no heed of me
The traffic lights never turned red

Yet you stopped
In your white car
Parked right beside
Me of my past

“Are you okay?”
“Do you need help?”
“Get inside my car, it’ll shelter you for a while.”
Your soft voice cut through the rain

And your screams did too
As the grim reaper drove his truck
Right past the crimson light
Right into you

I’ve woken from my nightmare
It has been three years since
I guess all I needed was that one minute with you
Not a second more