Sound of Color Within the Gray Monsoon

When you hear the sound of rain

And hear the clink of its fall

The sounds dye a tone through the beautiful strings that trembled

Instantly you know you're hearing the blue

The rhythm of a sweet love song

Entitled as "The Days of Wine and Roses"

Voicing a soft pink color

In the gray afternoon drizzle

A journey that accompanies deserted steps

Which sounds like a pale purple

Did not stain the rainbow which surrounds

You still walk in a steady jazz beat 

Orange drown your fatigue

And plays the song of blues to soothe your day

Like the twilight which kept sink in horizon

You sink deeper in the beauty fusion of abstract 

Color and tone plays a role in time

Fill out the white sheet on each life

And a new day will start soon

Sound of color play the music along the monsoon

Eternal Breath

See the chuckles of your children something has missing

The silent day that we used to have

The last cry that I ever spilled

Never know what brings me to these days

I don't have any clue nor any sense

Of the day when you tired of living

Your destiny seems like to be haywire

You rested on a beautiful thistly desire

Nighty night the moon sent its lambency

As your eternal breath continued your journey

Back to the nursery room through the gloom

See the babies asleep on your silent creep

In a second of gasp you're gone

I've been torn down by the barrier of my sanity

No tears that I abled to drop

For crowds already bathed you with their melancholy 

I still see you amid the empty space

I still sense you among all of us

Throw some jokes about sweet bitter of life

Your eternal breath continued in our times

The Undead Story

Numb in this wrecked skin

My eyes still working hard in its blurred sight

Walked limply with no direction

Pursuit the hope of a lost life

This town is full of dead dreams

People dive in patterns of camouflaged sin

Those are black bloods which stained 

As well as my existance which is faint

Dried roses fallen

Shattered as a carpet

My brain didn't work

But this bloody veins pushed me too hard

I fail to recall yesterday

As I fail to hope for tomorrow

This is the eternal thirst 

No water can satisfy this

I see somebody in that mirror

Not in a good shape nor in a good look

I tried to see it even closer

But the reflection keeps bumping at me

With amazement face, it stares back at me

I continue my walk in this messed street

I don't have any idea how it starts

I don't have any idea when it ends

I live for today, I live along with the step I take

From the Glasses of Innocent Eyes

Snuggling through words

Playing the role of her ruse

The broken family picture

Erase the humanity from her bone



Playing hide and seek with realism

She stands under the spotlight

As if the audience blindfolded 

As if they were meant to be deaf



Rely on the notion of her self perspective

She lost on the devil road 

While the innocent eyes finaly judge

While the innocent eyes finaly speak



Collapsed by the evidence of her mistake

Her child takes the wounds in silent sob

There is no concern

Or no room to pity the misled past



From the glasses of innocent eyes

No more Mom figure but ghost

No more hero, just zero

No longer appreciated or feel betrayed



The child must walk on her maturity 

Secluded Under the Lowlights

Crowds, laughter, passer, loner 

Lost in a shade, abandoned in howler

The cage of intensity

Bribing all the tendencies

Talk to the wind blows

The dimension of silent shows

Glimmers are everywhere

But the existence stands to nowhere

Today is like the other day

Sleep upon a time and disclosed by the other way

Dream leads you to the dreams

Drugging you to the other schemes

If only it's not a dim

Like the empty frames hanging on a tree

The space depicted to be free

Taking the brush and painting the world

Heeding the verses and ready to twirl

Early Scribble

Hello empty space

It's time to chase my old phase 

Muted by the happiness, sealed behind its shadow 

My mind overcome my hand, speechless within row to row 

The view of dismantled smoke 

The sound of soul's strokes 

Caressing my very morning 

Tempting every silence which almost abating 

Chewing inspiration which almost dried 

Try to find my old stride 

Jealous to see the rich mind 

But crawl from the bottom, I take my own sign 

Now say hello to the new lines 

The alter bridge of my confines 

Today still I write in dimly lit 

But this time I choose for not hiding it