From The Black Cubical

Here I am, rotting in a place they call bliss
Soaked in an emptiness
To see reality did things as it pleased

Here I am, stroking my messiness
Fettered in additional story
Soaked in an emptiness

My brain is hurricane, but no, it's not about history
As I close my eyes, commotion freeze in yellow dim
Fettered in additional story

This black cubical is the most crowded rim
Claustrophobic fills the cavity in a mysterious way
As I close my eyes, commotion freeze in yellow dim

Words may decay in ages and ended stray
My soul longing for the love that never been full
Claustrophobic fills the cavity in a mysterious way

Shadow wade above the ambiguity whirlpool
My soul longing for the love that never been full
Here I am, rotting in a place they call bliss
To see reality did things as it pleased

Loner Lunar

Once there's a moon

Lived by dangle lights in vacant space

Encircle with no purpose, but created as a boon

Twirl and twirl, lonely on its pace

Collecting stars and herding constellations

Beneath the blank surface they dance together

Catch verses in lyrics, and conceal the lonesome in consolation

The moon makes darkness falls into a splendour to remember

Everything just perfect until dawn has spoken

Little moon has be gone as it down splash another night

Travelling alone, detain not to be broken

Find another place to cheer as it might

Bathed in light, forget of other presence

The moon is not just alone

Planets, fireballs, and satellites tailing behind its luminescence

For moon always facing the side that never shown

Beyond awareness, the moon drown in its shadow

Forget that other sparkles face the same lonesome

They only mumble about how quiet and pitch dark the black meadow

Until they realised their numbers and sum

The moon on throne when the eclipse has arrived

The loneliness fade as crescent smile on its face

Though all the lights are off and deprived

Entire universe feels nothing but grace

Little moon shines even brighter

For all the grace showered it with love and laughter

What's Left

Today I saw another you
Smilling through different angles
Excudes the tranquility in deeper hue
The longing soul alters hatred, which flown by the angels

Who you once were
And how you are now
You, hidden by the cloack of time which spur
And I, static in the mind of flaw, lost or somehow

Bolt of past remained in our skies
Yet, time is not the cause to be blamed
We halted to care, though in guise
You felt nothing to be ashamed

As never happened,
What's left on us, has nothing to be reckoned