I’m home

Have you ever felt, that you belong,
not to someone or something
but being right here, right now.

Does it bring warmth, to your heart,
not because its cold or chilly
but you knew this is right.

I cant tell you, what cant be explained,
not in words nor figures.
but you have to open your heart,
and listen.

A million things will pass you by,
not one will understand.
but you can and might,
if you wish to listen.

again

.sui

sometimes,
you might lose your senses,
to the mist of fine desert dew.

crystalised under the brewing storm,
each pearl shows you fragments of life.
of the past, and the future.

time does not permit, for her presence to linger.
each facet is a mirror of secret,
which only you can unlock.

sometimes,
you might hold on to her secrets,
battling against the wild sandstorm.

knowing all this while,
that a battle undertaken is twice the battle lost.
still, it is the only hope worth holding on to.

time does not allow, for you to cling on.
each second is a torment of pain,
which only grows thicker.

sometimes,
you might discover your lost cause,
in the midst of your senses.

there is so much you would love to hold on to,
yet nothing belongs to you.
not of the past, nor the future.

time is nothing but a moment.
of nowhere close nor far,
but which you learn to be, for now.

.Sui

too fast, too soon

you know, when time stand still at 5.23am
& you see how each color on the sky finds itself embracing each other.
for the desire to create the perfect palette
bringing colors back to your cheeks.
even when you begin to question.

there will be no answers
just as there will be nothing to begin with.
Unraveling the mysteries of life
is as good as unraveling the petals of the flower.
you will find nothing where it begins.

nature evolves and has been all this time
be still and let your weary soul rest awhile.
listen like it is your first time
for the answer is by your side.
you just never knew, because you were running.

too fast, too soon.

.sui

four past midnight

four past midnight
the window frosted with kisses from the east
i kept my palm flat on the pane
wishing the cold could come bring it away

rain
the window drunk with showers of love
i kept my face against the pane
wishing to be closer once more

the time of the month
the window blinded with darkness of the night
i kept my lips close to the pane
wishing to whisper secrets of the past

the wings of the angel
sitting by the ledge drinking in the storm from the east
waiting for the package to arrive
before setting it ablaze

sending the ashes far wide and beyond.

.sui

walk away

walk away from the past,
and live for the present.

the shadow behind the door
chases no demons
because, there are none.

I may know nothing of my future
but I have found three angels
knocking, on my door.

and I know this time
I can walk away.

.sui

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 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

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