we forgive

to find light that's lost,

feel peace in our hearts,

to believe in love,

receive it from God,

we forgive and we try to,

to heal what hurts.

finally be free.

dreamlike

i closed all my windows,
pulled every blind tight.
he promised to build me,
castles by the candlelight.

I am the night

i am the night,

the hour before dawn,

i preach darkness,

how on earth, 

could you see,

the light in my stars.

life, thoughts and hair

life, thoughts and hair,
at times, they be messy,
i won't spend an hour,
a word or a penny,
untangling them, you see.
it's not that i don't care,
but i'd like to let them be.

nobody cares

there's nothing here,

but some dead stars,

the night'll get darker,

every passing hour,

shall we wake up now,

and go to sleep?

it’s the brink of dawn,

everyone is asleep,

nobody will come,

to illuminate the sky,

nobody will come,
because nobody cares.

Unbreak me

one after another,

you pick ‘em,

all of the pieces,

a lot fidgety,

somewhat scattered

everywhere in here,

then glue them 

with some love,

keep all of my parts,

but make them a whole.

yours

from a night's conversation,
to eternities, well-nigh.
the love that is yours,
will never pass you by.

behest

under all circumstances,

over everybody else,

with whole of your heart,

choose me.

her smile

here's a photo of this girl, 

so lost in life, 

she forgetfully hides her smile. 

and so on rare days like these, 

her laughter, 

in revenge,

hides her button eyes.

that one moment

that one day,
i felt from within,
for a brief moment,
he was all mine,
you see, in the end,
it is what truly matters,
for it is all we'd ever have.

words

i heard words,

that warmed my heart, 

and words,
that tore it apart.

a queer romance

at a place

far off, secluded

we stayed up

until wee hours

whispering secrets.

strangely lucky

how beautiful,

how comforting it is,

in hindsight

to realise

a few chapters

in my life

couldn't be written,

the way I once,

tried to write.  

in the know.

I didn't believe them then,

when they felt I was the best;

I don't believe them now either,

when they shout I am the worst.

I know exactly what I am,

and what I am not.