Why does she have the tendency

To let her heart linger on him

As if he were the sun

Which is orbited by planets

When he is obviously not, yet somehow

His charm is as great as the sun’s gravity

An equation, which is arguable

But might be undeniably valid, because

As sun’s gravity keeps everything in place

His charm is the only force in the universe

Which can hold such great energy inside her heart

His charm is the only force in the universe

Which can keep her heart gravitating to him



Every person who is walking in this earth

Should receive an Oscar for

Best Actor or Best Actress

As they maintain to hide whatever they feel inside

And master to act the role which is written by society

So, please, please hand them their Oscars

No, not the leading role

It’s the supporting one



A man was sitting in a room

With papers scattered on the floor

Hours passed by, yet the papers remained untouched

The clock ticked louder and he was suffocating

Walls were ready to fall right on his head

‘Time out!’ he yelled

It’s time for him to unwind

He decided to go for a walk

This walk was intended to be a short one

Yet he made a detour in every intersection

Not satisfied with every corner of the city

He hailed a cab, went to the suburb

Hitch-hiked up to the nearest city

Another suburb, another city, another suburb, another city

The walk was supposed to be a short one

Yet it goes for days, weeks, months and years

Scattered paper is forgotten

So is his room, his apartment—together with

His woman and his little child

They are forgotten



Dear Truth,

Where are you now?

I think you are running away too far

Maybe now is the time to head back home

So, please, please, come back

We want you

We need you





At this moment you can’t set your priorities right,

Because you are in the middle of wanting to

Love what you do and doing what you love

Hence, you try to find the perfect balance

Yet you don’t know how long will you stay in this phase of not knowing

And so you let this moment continue to gnaw at your soul

When deep down you hope this puzzle can be solved soon



I listen to everyone, anywhere and anytime

That no one remembers how I talk anymore

So they ask me questions just to hear my voice

But, what they don’t understand is that

I don’t let myself speak

For every words I say may hurt them

Even those who are close to me

Can’t handle whenever I say what’s in my mind

Therefore, I live by the saying

Speak good or remain silent

This keeps me quiet, yet there are times

When speaking up is the only option left

And when the time comes

I’m sorry, but I don’t care

If my words are as sharp as a knife

That cuts deeply into your heart