Mornings

Each morning is a new reality

The light seeps in through my eyelids 

but what should have been a renewed blesssing is accompanied by a renewed reality

And each reality comes with the fact that you are no longer beside me

This thing

This unshakable feeling

This thing

Feasting upon my heart, my soul

This thing 

That I know of but can’t purge

This thing 

Called love(d)

The Faded Body

The lover watched,

as the lifeless body hung,

upside down and fading into a deep,

dark, dull red

 

It used to be full of life,

imbued with a love greater than

itself, perhaps a burden too much

for it to bear

 

And one might argue,

that the presence remains,

even if the life is fading away,

dripping downwards to

a sea of red

Poets

Maybe you write to beautify the world

but I write to bare my soul

as it is

as it is

 

Maybe that’s beautiful too

Light peeks

The light that peeks through my curtains

7pm

at the end of its day routine

faint and gentle

Its golden light forming a line

on the wall we used to

see the same sunset,

though,

it will never be the same

ever again

 

Pixel Love

This sadness is a dot in our lives

As a pixel would be in an image

Nothing but a mere passingļ¼Œ

of a point in our long life

 

A moment we might recall in years to come

But we live in the moment

And a moment can be amplified

Engulfing our very selves

 

As a pixel would fill the screen

If we zoomed in enough

 

This moment

that I live in,

It hurts

Poison

I guess my concern

could be your poison

 

My love

could be your fear

 

And my absence…

could be your solace

What else can I do?

What else can I do?

as you take it away from me

one by one

 

The storm that comes

and leaves, leaving nothing

but destruction

 

The truth is that

there was nothing to be done

but watch as everything

ripped apart

 

I should celebrate that right?

Because what else can I do?