You and nobody

believe me,
you with nobody,
bad thoughts will come,
so potent that
only a fraction is enough
to leave unbearable burden inside your brain,
temporarily if you gets lucky,
worse it stucks forever,
such as when it starts to rain,
a tiny drop translates into a note,
then as the rain progress,
in turns into a song,
with a sad chorus,
perhaps in A minor..
anxiety emerges,
rationality submerges,
tears fall down

after all these years,
i hope you are not alone,
as i have leave my presence during my absence,
in a form that only love can tell,
like i felt less lonely upon your inexistance

Friend

it takes 26 years,
it takes a life time,
it need another hundred years,
to unmask the mask,
without hurting the face

indeed,
you are my friend,
if not how can i tell;
out of all visibility
that the smokes belong to you,
out of all pleasant sounds
that your voice are lying,
out of all possible facial expressions
that your smiles are playing hide & seek,
out of all sequence of words
that your joke is not yours,

life is great,
it might takes second ,
and if it is not a friend
than it is not a foe either

Name

i hope you forgot my name.

i call you
father,
mother,
brother,
sister,
my love,
not by your beautiful name,
nor by the meaning it carries,
maybe i always forgot,

as half of my brain is occupied by
your smiles,
smells,
words,
laughters,
tears,
and memories

and the other half is thinking on behalf of you while you're sleeping.

Hen of God

i see hen,
in their houses,
mini cages that they call houses,
on their way to heaven,
as if caste exist among them,
stack on each other (on the overweight lorry),
but caste proves to be useless,
as the feeling throughout the journey is just the same

i see hen,
all of them,
crying helplessly,
fatigue,
suffocated,
not moving,
but not yet dead,
in their last pleading posture,
not for their independence,
but only to be killed,
perhaps by a slaughter,
not by an electrician nor a doctor
in respective manner,
smooth,
fast,
heartful

i don't see hen anymore,
i see tasty chicken,
in salad,
sauces,
soup,
and rice

It's a cycle

It's a cycle:
pain,
agony,
anger,
revenge

when they said pain,
no painkiller can kill the pain
when they said agony,
no word can comfort what they endure
when they said anger,
not even water can extinguish the flame
when they recite revenge,
not even holocaust can satisfy them

sleeps well

My Pillow

my pillow,
listen to me,
i like you to be in my cuddle,
naked without a cloth attaches,
accompany me in night time,
just like my shadow does in day time,
but you are everywhere;
between my legs,
on my chest,
on my head,
as if trying to run away from me,
but i know you won't betray,
as you still smells of me


my pillow,
i like you as it is,
never speak, eat, smile & cry
and that's why you will never die,
like my family & friends,
and i don't have to bear the pain of losing you someday!

my pillow,
my friend caught me speaking with you,
....next time i'll close the door.

Wondering

in the flight i fly,
wondering is it because of the aerial view
that God knows everything?
but everything escape my eyes,
i can only see lights below,
pure light as if hanging from nowhere,
many of them forming something abstract,
and above i can only see darkness,
many of them that makes me blind,
and lost of place & time,
nothing else can be seen,
unless the flight crash,
then i see God

Take my hormone

i swear i love you,
believe me,
as if my swear is not enough,
take my hormone,
each time my eyes meet your eyes,
each time my ears hear you talking,
each time my nose smells of you,
each time my skin touch yours,
each time you see me alone,
each time my heart beating fast when my body nears you,
even if i'm dead! take my hormone