of all days, this has to be the time
for the rain, to come knocking on my door
while i have been, walking with my heart devoid. 
                                                    of life.

of all time, this has to be the moment
for the cold, to bring round a new bout of tears
which i have kept, hiding behind the smile divorced.
                                                    with a nonchalance.

of all moments, this has to be the way
for the tears, to unlock trains of questionable faith
when i have asked, heaping mud on rootless tree.
                                                    that will never.

.sui

i woke up drenched in sweat, breathing the only sound that darkness makes.
sheets rumpled from mindless beating, i stripped off the lingering scent that clings.
body numbed from endless thoughts, yet the soul craves for one thing that stills.
i stood on the ledge berating myself, seeking answers for there are none.
perhaps the little nymph knows better, the answer to my riddle.
i only hope that time waits for me, because this time i have fallen.

.sui

keep still & you will see

keep still and you will see

there is a saying
that some things are meant to be.
losing sight of your guardian
while chasing after empty shadows.
leaves you breathless, with everything but.

there is a following
where people stood by the bay.
waiting for the past to catch up
all the time refusing to admit.
the shadow of ghost that you kept, was nobody but.

there is a hope
as each stone was cast.
where you came from does not matter
your wishes are the same.
give it away with only one thought, do not ask why.

there is a girl
knowing for once to keep still.
you will not see until you are ready to
sometimes losing does not mean you have lost it.
keep still and you will see, it is but the beginning of.

.sui

if i could, for some reason
i will make you turn back.
if i could, for this reason
i will make you understand.

many times i picked up the words, only to drop. again.
many times i buried the words deep, only to resurface. again.
then the rain came, & broke the spirit into minutes.
before the cloud of fog clears, for the rise of a new horizon.

you left behind a beautiful gift, just before you got on.
perhaps it wasnt meant for me, but i found you. & i saw.
i walked past this corner a thousand times. yet today.
you showed me what has been. & could be.

for some reason, i am officially missing you. w.l.

.sui

empty promises

when was the last time you stood, by the edge
closing your eyes and sliding off to meet, the unspoken.
when was the last time you felt, the freshness of mist
bringing you the renewed faith, of hope.

the sting of hunger, long seeped away
has left an ache of emptiness.
its harder, to hold on to
when the will has lost sight of its beacon.

.sui

with reckless abandon

I would not be searching for, if i knew the answers
I would not be hitting my head against, if i knew what to ask
I would not come near, if i knew what you wanted
I wouldnt be at a lost for words, had i knew this is the end of the journey

.sui

21:I saw albeit your attempts

21:I saw albeit your attempts

some things come to you
staying briefly to create
your private sanctuary.
whispering soft secrets to make
you watch the stars once again
with the eyes of seven.

some things slip away from
the abyss in between
albeit your attempts to close the gap.
just to hold it longer for another 7 seconds
yet when you unfurl the leaves of autumn, you pray
that this time it will stay longer.

all things will pass, no matter
what makes it harder, now
will leave a sweet bitter taste.
what makes it unbearable, then
will remain with a special note.
everything will pass, no matter

you have only walked a mile, and
savored just the tip of the iceberg.
take it with a pinch, and
scatter the rest far & beyond.
because you will never know
when the rest will return to you, someday

.sui

sunny side up

beacon of hope

he who penned the thousand words
leaves behind a legacy for those who believe

he who fought the war
lends courage to those who question

he who stayed true to his heart
inspires the birth of possibilities

.sui
(inspired by a respectable artist)

beneath the surface

beneath the surface lie what would not be unveiled
living the dream of shimmer and mindless clattering
trying to gloss away the irrationalities of the human race.
once in a while, catching hold of the forgotton
giving hope back to what was sworn a forlorn landscape

beneath the surface holds the test of resilience
immaculately flawless in her creation
holding on to chips that gives not, a benefit of doubt.
all the time, you were given what you desire to
notwithstanding the variations giving her the lease

.sui

it really doesnt matter at all

i thought i had something to say
in this sandstorm with no one looking, really
i had this promise to give to, but
it really doesnt matter at all

i wanted to love, yet there is too much to hate
you had what was given freely, and you choose
there is too much to ask, of what you could not
now you return, with no child to come back to

the rain wept, for the unspoken
the sea cried, for the restless soul
holding on to what would only, slip away
memories as faint as a thoughtless whisper

on your platter, lies the mirror of loses you cling to
what was once rich, belongs to the poor now
what you could no longer lavish on, is time
and it really doesnt matter at all

.sui