paperplane.

all of them letters
   chained to a tree
   he wonders what really matters
   is it to be free
   or rejoice the silent chatters?

it's Nisfu Syaaban !

unknown.

this viscous cycle of everything.
had sunken our ship of living.
what is so wrong with just accepting
why is there intense pride from judging?
they asked.

versus.

the wind blows east
the sun chases its shadows,
hiding from the beast,
leaving afar the sweet meadows.

ballet.

Just like the music,
she dances to the rhythm,
ignoring everything around,
just her,
in her little world.

don't

you anger is beautiful,
like the sun
during summer.

your care is tender,
like the snow
during winter.

your tears are soft,
like the rain
during thunder.

your laughter are precious,
like the flowers,
during spring.

breath

It's the finest goodbye
     that hold your cry
     and the sweetest hi
     that makes you fly.

hinder.

As the evening leaves fall,
The wind stop whistling,
The bells chimed a call,
To every soul that stop trying,
Rebuild your wall,
Stop those feelings from coming.

hang.

I hold the pen
but the pages are blank.
I lift the pen
for my thoughts are  actually frank.

petrichor

No one
   smells the Earth like she did,
   embrace the rain like she had,
   gaze the rainbow the way she gazed,
   miss the Sun the way she missed.

little girl

the little girl,

      with piercing blue eyes,

      she stood there,

      picked a dandelion,

      her eyes closed,

      and she blew them,

     hoping for miracle.

     

      

      

   

you.

I write this for you,
  hoping one day you might see through,
  what I didn't show when I'm with you,
  and I'm being true,
  'bout my feelings for you.
 

as such.

the sun,
went behind a cloud,
no longer a scorching ball of fire,
just a warm rays of light,
bringing only fun,
where people sing aloud,
expressing their admire,
towards such a delight.

us.

Us.
  sometimes we're that air balloon,
  floating in the air,
  not wanting to land.
  everything is picture perfect.
 
 the other time,
 i can't even tell,
 what is it in your eyes?
 is it gloom?
 is it bloom?

beyond.

the bird,
     it flies high,
     it swifts the wind,
     it pasts the clumpy clouds,
     it sees from the sky,
     and thought,
     life has been pretty amazing!

   

shoes.

Why don't we, change our shoes for let say, a day?

You'll be in my shoes.

Walk the path i took.

Step the road i step.

Count the pebbles i counted.

Walk the road, with my shoes.

Then you may complaints.

And i will listen, people.

this one aged around 3 years.

amour.

you never grew less enamoured,

admiring the niveous white clouds,

while sometimes tears are all it poured,

washing away those whispering crowds.

7 wonders.

your words,
are beautiful.

your mind,
are colourful.

your moves,
are graceful.

your eyes,
are wonderful.

your smile,
are joyful.

your heart,
are hopeful.

your soul,
your soul,
your soul are delightful.