forever

 

I often ask myself,

Where are the dusts of forever in my shelf?

What defines the end and the beginning?

In which is confined its meaning?

 

Is forever the life of the fly for it?

A minute for which it is lived?

Or does it lie in the spread of this sky?

Has it always been this blue and white?

 

If it started from the eves apple,

And ends in the doomsday maple,

Where in it do i lie?

Where in it do you lie?

 

Sometimes i think it lies in your smile,

Sometimes in that extra mile,

Through which i walked alone,

In search of happiness which you home.

 

Whenever comes the boundary of always,

Wherever the desert meets the ocean waves,

If you stop and look back ever,

I will be there,waiting,forever.

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the girl

In deep scars of memories,

still flashed some sparkles of life.

For he always wondered how

living without her will be like.

Now when the hearts had miles between,

and the soul had none,

he often wandered in the past unseen,

 where they stood together on the sun.

He remembered the eyes unwept,

ans the never said promises done,

He remembered the hands held,

and now existing none.

Again at the beginning line, 

wondered if he will ever be the same.

cause there always was that blank rhyme

that held him back again.

He made his joy to sound aloud,

He poured the smile around so fake,

but amidst all the noises around,

He could still hear to his heartbreak.

two worlds

As I walk in the woods

away from the moonlight so bright

away from the laughter

towards my fright

As I get distanced

from the crowd so unknown

I  listen the laughs faint

and I hear the sad moan.

in the blue paint all around

that colours the trees black.

I felt an urge of something behind,

I wanted somehow to go back.

 on the line that separated two worlds,
that sparkled beneath my feet,

one that contained fireworks,

 the other that had defeat.

where the defeat had my memories,

the fireworks lightened my eyes.

my world had some unfinished stories,

that world had some news smiles.

it’s difficult to choose whether

to go back our with them.

even if they have thorn or feather,

I am in love with them.