Maybe the worst thing to do to anyone
Is make them remember you by looking at the moon
Make someone remember you in different faces (phases)
But never fully show yourself.
Should you haven’t come as the light against the dark
Orchestrate the tides
Play with a beating heart.
Make her confident to belittle
A million-mile distance
But to make her cry
With three-centimeter goodbyes.
Don’t you disguise as the moon
If you have the plans to leave.
Because the moon doesn’t.
It’s beauty has always been there
And though at times unnoticed
It doesn’t deserve to be a reminder
Of a memory someone cannot bear
To look up to every night.

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A Sun to Thousands

Free Verse ReVolution

tenorMelting down individual panic,
the ingredients of
everybody’s mania, and
wondering why
nothing binds it all together.

Love makes us better, but
does it really, when one
suffers silent and
can’t speak freely?

If death’s just a feeling,
another primal emotion, the havoc
wreaked on my heart is
supposedly a matter of
concealing my
Achilles heel,
even after
rogue arrows have
lost
their appeal.

I looked to you with love, your most bitter pieces
as a ray of sun for when
mine had run all out of light.

Go gentle into that good night;
a darkness, the
antithesis of
mine.

A thousand suns rage brightly for you.

***

It’s taken me almost a full day to find words, which is rare. I have seen a lot of celebrities die, heard their names memorialized over the years, but few have hit me as hard.

I was 15 years old when Hybrid…

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Bid farewell to unwritten letters
As they turn into little waves
Let them kiss your toes
as you bravely go against the waters.
Set free a memory, for it
doesn’t make you less of a beauty.

Life is just much more,
The heart is crafted to beat
Until man’s last minute
But it craves in secret
Jumping and stopping in between.

When even the Moon takes phases
To escape the cruel, black night,
The flowers turn towards
where it catches the Sun,
What makes you think
you deserve to be saturnine?

What keeps you still, holding on
When the shadow, in its darkness
Gets enticed to follow along
Every step when man dances,
When the seed, of sheer love
breaks itself out of desire for life?

Bear Hands

Somewhere the sea
And the skies meet,
But I never knew.
Whenever my
sight tries to go and
see the end of it,
You’re who I come to think.

I opened my eyes
To the melodies of rain,
As if tap dancing
on the windowpane.
Or was it you, it sounds same
When you approach me,
And when you walk away.

The human memory sometimes
Do make fun of us,
Just when you
had much to remember
And that’s when you forgot.
I have you to forget,
But you’re all I remember.

To fall in love with you
is like watching
the day turn to night.
Though I kept watch
Almost without a blink
Still I don’t know how
Dark blue came just after pink.