How It Heals

I firmly believe to the power of nature
The power to heal anybody’s wound
A wound that had tortured
The spirit of the doomed
Whenever I feel your presence
It seems like I’m in heavens

Breeze that seems like a scarf made of silk
that brushes on your innocent face
adding up the sugary white sand ilk
of the vast shoreline of summer haze
the pristine crystal clear water summons me
to just pray, flee and forget thee

the wind can blow me to any place
and whirls in me the unknown
finding myself trying to ace
to explore and get out from my comfort zone
stones might throw into you
but it doesn’t mean its your cue

the heavy pour of the rainy night
Somehow enlightens my mind
that I’m not alone with this fight
for even clouds do cry though it’s blind
every tear that comes out from my eye
calls out for chance and a sigh

every morning I witness the sunrise
a panoramic view of another hope granted
amazing, for I have ardently love the paradise
for it’s the best recuperation I always wanted
the tiny drops of the morning dew on the grass
defines my healthy and well-nourished past

troubles may inevitably come
but I will surely refuse to sink
I may still be numb and dumb
But this is still not the final brink
For I feel safe and secure with my mother nature
That has an unshaken love to nurture

My Best Resort

I wanted to get lost

to a place no one knows

somewhere I’m bound to toast

the pleasure of the yearning souls

 

I would swiftly run away leaving my mask

just to get rid of the cruel past

I sunk to a neck deep of despair

just to elude to be tagged as impaired

 

Let the moon undergo its transformation

as if he systematically knows his next move

for him to withdraw the fraudulent notion

that he’s no longer smitten by the sweet lobe

 

Looking beyond the lines you tried to do

but even the prominent philosopher

could end up having a foe

because it’s only me who could decipher

 

Not until I’m lost from benign nowhere

An exile will come back to welcome me

For I’m a butterfly seeking for a nectar of a flower

To satisfy my cravings for everyone to see in the family tree

 

You might dither to look for me

I don’t give a flap

Coz I always wanted to be free

To a place where I deserve a CLAP.

 

 

 

 

Nowhere

I wanted to run away and unfold the pain
My room had been filled with feigning plain
A place I can draw and write what I genuinely feel
Not even a blank wall could suffice this sweet ordeal

I wanted to fight and unlock the bursting truth
Yeah, I’ve been so apathetic to this root
You don’t really know a thing about me
I’m just absolutely good in hiding and flee

I starved for recuperation and for the best remedy
Yet I have nothing else here to pay
Tears craddled through my warm cheeks
I guess I am born to be sick.

I craved for that indescribable notion
but all i got is a premonition
I have to stop chasing pavements
And maybe, just lulled myself with achievements.

Art of Deception

Ranging tones of voice I hear
Oftentimes makes me wanna tear
I didn’t know what to say
But I want your arms where I lay

I fraud every curves of smile
Just to retain you to be mine
This is insufferably ridiculous
Hell yea, your worth of my ludicrous

The art of deception swirls it’s excellence in me
Still, I love you as long as i’m free
My feelings won’t let you decipher
even the most prominent philosopher

In every tick of the clock
calls the nuisance of my heart
Label me the ugly duck
You, my prince, will always be my other part.

A matterfor Mom

A maiden you were once who bravely fought  amidst of hardships and adversity
You happened to meet THEM and left you with pain but gratefully had us
I have always admired you for your patience and in battle’s superiority
For you mom have always been a perfect replica of a courageous mass

You never fail to be with us every time we need your caress and warm hug
When at night my fear of ghosts got into surface
You immediately rose to bed, kissed my forehead and gave me my milk mug
For you mom has a love that no one can ever suffice

I remember, I swore and promised you that someday I’ll build you a magnificent castle
Don’t fret mom, I’m starting to shape your ultimate dream
This might take a period of time and face impediments but your castle won’t be a hassle
For you mom nothing’s impossible cause we’ll work as a team

The fear I once felt when I’m about to be a failure in my studies and went home with nothing
Will always instill in my mind and constantly hunt me whenever i feel lazy
simply because I want you to be proud of me and continually keep your blessings counting
for you mom is my best reward and my source of strength in times i can’t surpass the pressure blaze

I know you’re getting frail now but you want us to believe that you’re still strong enough
Your fighting spirit to be as invulnerable as any hero could ever be inspires us to be sturdy
That even life and it’s struggles can’t lay its dreadful strings of enmity and tough
For you mom have always been the connoisseur of life and our most valuable nerdy 🙂