after thoughts

The lights played a trick there
made me wanted to hold you up
in my memory
high up
so that I would never forget you
started to think of the impossibilities
started to pretend that I was the heroine
of another story
a lovely little one
that reminded me of the taste of rain
was I that desperate?
but, it seemed a story that began without even a writer
the characters were scattered in all possible ways
waited patiently for their turns to go onstage
all I would do
was striking the goals and hitting the bubbles
going all the way
intending for that one little wish
which included you and me
I was selfish
I knew

Sadness overload

We will never be complete again
Because we were broken once
Tears became inevitable
As memories came rushing back
We could never afford such wild ride
Flying down the memories' lane
It seemed lucky that we could still hold on although there were a thousand reasons
to keep us from fighting back
Why I keep holding on
to this miserable pathetic mess
that I made
I had long refused to listen
to my mind
heart may beat its way

a moment

The smell of hot chocolate cake penetrated my mind every now and then.

It was the same for ten years. Almost.

I grew up in this small little world created by my mother when she decided to move to a new memory.

“Honey, you shouldn’t be staring at the food only.”

Oh! That was my aunt.

She had decided to move in with us when we settled down here.

The paintings on the wall stared right back at me when I looked up at my aunt.

“It’s okay, Aunt Leda. I’m not hungry anyway.”

I pushed my hair back casually.

“Don’t tell me you’re dieting again.”

My mother voice came at me hard like a healthcare therapist.

“No, mom. I’m just don’t feel like eating.”

I pushed the plate out of my sight.

You know what they say.

‘Out of sight, out of mind’.

“Okay, I’m heading out.”

I picked up my books and bag while heading out.

“Honey, aren’t you forgetting something?”

Aunt Leda raised her eyebrow at me.

“Alright.”

I kissed them goodbye.

“I love you, Aunt Leda. Love you too, mom.”

I headed out of the cafe without looking back.

“Love you too.”

Their voices came like a flashback movie when I closed the door behind me.

Haze Is Still Here

heat rose up like a veil
agonizing its way through the clouds
zigzag lines left unspoken
ebbing away as we scrubbed it off, hard

it is here
still here without failing

scrawling and scribbling words
till we were out of breath
ill at hearts
leaned closer and you could see
lights went out

hear not a single wind
every breath is taken away from us
ringing in our minds
every day is this very word on our lips