LOVE

She stared at the starless skies,
Tears rolled down her pale ashen face,
Her heart ached in million shredded pieces,
For the feeling inside her died slowly for sure,
Like the invisible crescent moon above,


She stared at the starless skies,
With agony of a broken heart,
As the dark painted the night with blackness,
Erasing any sign of happiness,
Confiscated a beauty in its perilous rage,
When love vanished without a trace,
And hate merged with despair in the guise of night


She stared at the starless skies,
A faint smile masked her lustrous beauty,
As she took flight into the dying moon,
With heart of love and sacrifice,
Shelling all pain and misery aside,

And she looked at her moon affectionately,
Smiling at her with her last final breath,
As her essense burst out into myriad of stardust,
Each gem merged into the skies,
Casting away the darkness and blackness,
Creating a perfect picture,
Of starlit skies,
And the magnificent full moon

HOLLOW

A Drop of Silence,
as the night rolls off its curtain,
painted the skies in naked blackness,
and the wolves howl to the lost moon,
begging the Shadow to let her loose,




A drop of silence,
Watching the starless horizon,
Stretching infinite up in heaven,
Nothing but the sound of the breeze,





A Drop of silence,
watching the starless horizon,
stretching limitless up in heaven,
nothing but the sound of the breeze,
whispering songs of lament and woe,


A grain of sands rolling in the deep,
into fathomless depth of dark abyss,
lost into insignificant existence,
like a midnight mist soon forgotten in morning haze,
A grain of sands rolling in the deep,
Spiraling down in a still drift,


A Drop of silence,
watching the starless horizon,
stretching limitless up in heaven,
nothing but the sound of the breeze,
whispering songs of lament and woe

One Soul is Lost

The sky mourns in quiete solitude,
shrouded in dark grey hue,
the sun vehemently refuse to shine,
the wind sings a melody of woe,
and the air cries tears of grief in eerie,
when a fallen angel screams in piercing agony,
of his lost paradise and virtue...


The wave subsides and the wave rises,
The flower withers and the flower blossoms,
The sun shines and the sun sets,
the spring ends, the summer reigns,
There is no end to the cycle of life,
as virtues and vices,
as angels and demons,



Nothing stays immortal and nothing stays fleeting,
yet, when an angel falls in disgrace,
the nature weeps in thunderous roars,
the universe laments in shattering anguish,
for each virtue killed, one soul is lost

Tsunami

How one be able escaping from fate,
When the earth starts to shake in rage,
Volcanoes roar in fury,
As beds of gorges under ocean collide,
Sending formidable force of surging water,
When the ocean strikes in anger,
Annihilating any that stands her way


O, behold now
The horrors of her terrors,
Cities flattened and ruined,
Villages wiped out without a trace,
Pride of men crumbling down in rubble,
Cries and woes piercing the blackest days,
As tears dry away,
Unable to release sorrows,


O, behold
How vulnerable the race of men,
Within God's ruling court

NIGHTINGALE SONG

Golden moon in cloudless skies,

stars form a patch of silver halo,

the nightingale sings most beautiful lyrics,

of undying love, and woes of a broken heart,

Magnificent, the splendor of the night,

yet, there is no sound of laughter or happiness,

as the gushing wind fans with eerie glides,

taking with her the somber, melancholy moods,

of unfufilling yearning,

The nightingale keeps on singing,

promises and vows to his beloved afar,

with tears streaming down from his heart,

covering his soul in glistening gems,

shinning bright, outshines the moonlit,

As dawn slowly breaks,

he laments with piercing sadness,

as his tears run dry, he flies to the his beloved,

with his last breath, he makes his final plea,

begging her to stay while,

And with tears in her eyes,

she kisses him goodbye,

as the dawn has stealed the night away,

and the moonlit has gone too soon,

till she reunites with her nightingale

The sea is deep, the moon is high,

the night laments in silent grace,

when the nightingale sings in whimsical melody,

many more words left unsaid,

as there are many more tests of love

A Lone Warrior

A lone eagle soaring high in northern skies,

grey clouds encircling the horizon in pale hues,

the smell of peril and death thick in the gloomy air,

as he takes flight in his solitary splendor,

ready to embrace his final fate,

Beyond the clouds, deep sets of raven eyes,

revealing instict to destroy his foes,

a leathal vengeange in his fierce bearing,

as he takes command of his armies,

charging at his eternal adversary,

Two armies collide, war cries piercing the silent skies,

as deafening thunderbolt strikes in fury,

and the heavily drops of rain glides in fiery rage,

the lone eagle met the heron cries,

on a battle of no victory,

A Perfect Picture

One sweet spring morning,

Under the glare of the sunlight,

That kissed the earth with his warm rays,

I wandered lonely as a cloud,

Feeling the moist under my bare feet,

As I grazed my feet on the green grasses,

Over the hills and valleys,

Misty white clouds floated free,

Along with the morning breeze,

As I spread my wings in total surrender,

Of what lied ahead of my naked eyes,

Crowds of colorful petals fluttered and danced,

red and golden wild roses spreading in the beds of nature,

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

under the shadow of the hillsides,

looming over the precious treasure,

that stretched in a never ending line,

as their sweet fragrance washed me over,

Beautiful and elegant as they kept on fluttering

Tossing their heads in lively dance,

As if playing hide and seek with towering sunray,

Like thousands of star in the Milky Way,

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

As the bliss of solitude met this breathtaking sight,

A perfect picture of natural beauty,

as they out-did the sparkling leaves in glee,

And I stood in total surrender,

be in awe of the majestic splendor,

a peaceful bliss a soul sought over,

as I danced with the splendid roses,

lost in thought,

feeling nothing but gay

At A Crossroad

Misty fog hung midair,

gently floating in solemn gait,

cold wind brushing passed the silent night,

and the stars twinkled in jest,

as the moon revealed her pale beauty,

like an incadescent roses,

and i stared admiring,

As life took flight,

never looked back in ponder,

following the path of fate,

as i stood in the middle of this crosscroad,

under the gaze of the palet moonlit,

to decide which way to take

Cosmic Love

Full moon beams in her golden orb,

stars twinkling in constellation forming stairway to heaven,

and the skies are full of radiant glow.

as misty haze glides in sweet flow,

embracing the universe in peace and solitude,

I close my eyes and inhale the scent,

taking refuge into the solitary echanment,

as the music of the night gently floats by,

taking my soul into magical realm,

of fantasia world of wonders,

A gentle caress by the breeze,

slowly taking me back from my trance,

as I behold my angel there,

tender and sweet as a spring lotus,

when the wings takes flight with me in warm embrace,

Across the land of fantasia,

over gardens of beauties,

through crimson skies and blue heavens,

where magical wonders roam free,

I merge into the cosmic in full surrender,

of pure love

My Shangri La

I dream of a mystical place,

earthly paradise I desire deeply,

a peaceful harmonious valley,

protected by fortress walls of

snow capped mounts and forests dense,

where solace and tranquility reside,

sheltering the soul from snares of evils,

when darkness merge into starless nights,

I dream of a mystical place,

a refuge for dying hearts,

a healing sanctuary for broken souls,

where love exists pure and simple,

as the sun cradles the earth in his glorious rays,

and the moon cuddles the world in her brilliant kiss,

I dream of a mystical place,

a shelter for the troubled minds,

as the music of nature gently floats,

taking the souls to see beyond the sight,

where fairies and elves wander free among the tree forest,

unicorns and dragons fly away across the skies,

and the cascading waterfalls bring music into the sphere,

I dream of a mystical place,

where I walk upon with no fears,

as I dive my bare feet into the fresh summer springs,

and inhale the scent of the perfumed wild flowers around,

when colorful magnificent butterflies soar in jest,

and I gaze the beauties in awe,

This is my sanctuary,

this is my solace,

this is my Shangri La

Wild Roses

One sweet spring morning,

Under the glare of the sunlight,

That kissed the earth with his warm rays,

I wandered lonely as a cloud,

Feeling the moist under my bare feet,

As I grazed my feet on the green grasses,

Over the hills and valleys,

Misty white clouds floated free,

Along with the morning breeze,

As I spread my wings in total surrender,

Of what lied ahead of my naked eyes,

Crowds of colorful petals fluttered and danced,

red and golden wild roses spreading in the beds of nature,

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

under the shadow of the hillsides,

looming over the precious treasure,

that stretched in a never ending line,

as their sweet fragrance washed me over,

Beautiful and elegant as they kept on fluttering

Tossing their heads in lively dance,

As if playing hide and seek with towering sunray,

Like thousands of star in the Milky Way,

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

As the bliss of solitude met this breathtaking sight,

A perfect picture of natural beauty,

as they out-did the sparkling leaves in glee,

And I stood in total surrender,

be in awe of the majestic splendor,

a peaceful bliss a soul sought over,

as I danced with the splendid roses,

lost in thought,

feeling nothing but gay

Moon and Sun

Dark clouds drifted among heavens,

casting a gloomy mood of the universe,

as the sun lost interest to share his lights,

and stayed idle in his splendor throne,

letting the world shrank in darkness,

wishing his beloved to finally fly to his side,

As the night crept by,

the stars hid in walls of clouds,

and the moon cried in her silver tears,

when her radiant glow refused to shine,

losing her beauty, dying slowly,

for her beloved has abandoned her to death,

days went by,

as the world plunged into darkness,

killing every living soul slowly,

as the moon cried in silver tears,

begging her love to leave his throne,

as their love must not ruin the world they loved so much,

Silvery patch of misty haze drifted among heavens,

forming a hallo of an anguished heart,

as the moon silently kissed her love,

to bid a farewell with her tender eyes,

a promise as pure as the sunlight,

to let the world live,

As she slowly turned into silvery mist,

her love mourned with a brokenheart,

painting the skies in colorful rainbow hues,

as he descended from his celestial throne,

outshining the universe with his rays of lights,

to kiss his moon from afar,

breathing a life into her, with a tormented heart,

as his love was sealed eternally,

although his moon should live far apar

Sometimes Life Does Not go The way We Want It

As the cascading rain kissed the earth, I stood in my solitary thought. Looking back at the passing years, so many things I've been through, bad or good. Each added a unique color in my picture of life, making it richer in colors and diversities. Some lines and colors were not supposed there. In my point of view, they made the picture gloomy and sad. Yet, sometimes and often, life did not go the way we want it. We could only shape and bend the form and the color we wanted. Yet, the end result was the combination of our projection, effort, and fate.

Once again, I gazed at the swirling rain by the wind as some cold water splashed my face, making me twitch in a jump. Like the rain, sometimes our presence brought goodness in some certain amount, at other times, ours could bring menace, depending on the duration and the amount of water level being pouring down into the earth. We could only try our best to keep our balance in terms of those specific needs, in order to bring goodness out of us, to feel happiness. The outcome of such effort was not within our hand.

Life is an everlasting struggle and journey. It is always a combination of hope and sorrow, of happiness and sadness, of living and dying...always two opposite things of a coin...they always switched in turn... nothing lasted forever. And when life does not go the way we want it, all we could only do is keep on going, never giving up hope. That's what makes us alive... to feel sorrow and happiness in turn... to keep on trying our best in life...to feel pain and hurt...to feel joys and bliss...

The rain has stopped that brought my thought into my current situation. It's the beginning of my unpredictable journey. Battered and bruised at my first early steps, but now I grow accustomed to it. One thing for sure, this journey someday will come to its end which in turn might lead me into another voyage. This pain and hurt might someday end and replaced totally new feeling :-)

THE MAZE

It started out as a casual greeting,

of strangers lost in their ways,

simple words of encouragement,

tender smile of understanding,

a shared secret of mutual bereavement

as both waited for shooting stars,

a simple casual exchange of words,

then grew into a hope

Which then turned their quiet thought,

into a magical world of Oz,

full of wonders, as well as dangers,

as they explored further the new horizon,

Two stragers found solace in each other,

a mutual company in their solitary world,

as the dawning of the days approaching,

casting some rays of light into their darkest days,

which then replaced by deepest evils lurking,

robbing away their innocence, preying into their souls,

It started out as a feeling,

which then grew into a hope,

a world of Oz with magic and wonders,

which then turned into a mysterious maze,

to what an end, they both had to keep on searching,

a perilious journey, or a triumphant end

Two Lovers

Gentle whispering through the rustling leaves,

Carried away in the delicate breeze,

Where the night so serene under the stars,

And the moon cradled the earth within its gaze,

Whispering of a secret desire,

Of two hearts yearning for each other,

Two hearts merged into one,

by the spring moonlit, they met in disguise,

unspoken desire in their misty eyes,

as their eyes spoke the longing,

and their bodies wrapped in sweet embrace,

a forbidden love of two enemies,

The air was perfumed with sweet fragrance,

Of white petals blooming in the springtime,

Pure sweet lotuses, the flowers of sanctity,

Of love and sacrifice,

Encircling the two lovers in their grace,

Enchanted night of secret lovers,

The air was soft as fanning wings,

White petals on the pathway kept watching over,

of two faces over a cradle bent,

Gently kissing, before the dawn stole the bride away,

Back into the castle of the enemy,

Where their fate might forever be apart,

The moon shone bright and fair,

Kissed their faces gentle and tender,

Providing refuge of the two lovers,

From horsemen on their horsebacks,

As their disguise was no more,

And their secret was soon to be revealed in haste,

Two hearts merged into one,

Of two faces over a cradle bent,

Hand in hand they stepped bold and courageous,

One last long kiss, before their doom,

As the blade of steel sought a revenge,

Blind and merciless

My Worries

Friends come and go in your life. Some leave footprints forever in your heart...sealed in a sacred place. Saying goodbye is the hardest part...over the years, we've been through so many things, bad and good times, laughters and tears, pain and joys...all we had shared hand in hand as if time would remain ours. So many times, you dried tears over my eyes, lending me a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes, you borrowed mine as your shoulder to cry on. We had shared our darkest secrets, locking them up within our hearts. Without words, we stayed in silent, embracing in an understanding. That was the sweetest moment in my life...surrounded by those whom I dearly treasure as beloved friends...living in a quite, serene small ship...unreachable by old witches and scary merciless trolls...it was a safe a haven.

Time now betrays me or is it fate taking such glorious moments from my abode? Plunging me deep into a raging longitude with tempest and tornado... forcing me to say goodbye to my beloved friends... leaving me vulnerable to the world outside...where witches and merciless creatures wait for their prey....How I was so scared... how my heart faltered...and tears streamed down my face...yet, no matter how hard I've been crying, my fate has been sealed into this place.... bound me helpless ... to rely on no one but myself...and the Most Merciful Divine....

How two weeks feel like two decades...each step is encountered by a scary witch who keeps me close at her heel. Often, I fell on my knees, wrapping both within my arms...trembling with such a monstrous fears and worries....waiting someone to save the day. May be it's just the feeling of stepping inside a totally new horizon...may be I was not that tough to stay in this place...already I'm crumbling inside as my fears mount higher each day...only the smiles on those faces keep me going... to breathe for another day...words of encouragement from my beloved friends... when she said "what cant kill you will make you stronger".... but what if i get killed in the end?

How I miss my world of solitude...where the place belongs to me only...where my imagination runs wild and free...taking me high soaring into the skies...seeing the world below in its beautiful myriads of dusts...various life forms taking into shape...magnificent in its color...feeling so safe from the evils outside...

How I miss you all my beloved friends...to share stories and adventures.... yet life sometimes does not go the way we want it...and we all each have a role to play. Each of us should play the best of it untill the time stops and we breathe no more.

BEAUTIFUL CRY

I breathe the air, on top of this mountain,

floatingg freely among the clouds of heaven,

soaring high along the cries of the heron,

as an eagle takes his first flight lesson,

I close my eyes, feeling the rushing wind,

listening to the whispering of the rustling leaves,

as the soft breeze caresses my face,

and the sun gently kisses my senses,

I open my eyes, gazing in wonders,

the majestic portrait laid upon my eyes,

the green treetops of the tropical forests,

the fragrant of the wild flowers,

the sweet gazes of the roaming gazelles,

the tenderness of the nature kisses,

it's a heavenly bliss,

I get down on my knees,

feeling overwhelmed with so much ecstasy,

letting the misty haze takes me in,

as tears of serenity stream down my eyes,

merging my soul in the Divine splendors