Glassed

I saw those teary eyes,
The same palely lit flesh,
And those tangled hair,

I sponged those teary eyes,
Stroked the pale flesh as gently,
Then,
Brushed those tangled hair...

I sensed someone doing the same for me...


* can anyone guess what this is about? *

Parading

In the drapes of the veils,
You'll see me.
The real me.

The one with swollen eyes,
Bloated cheeks,
And...
Messy hair.

Would you still like me?
Talk to me?
Laugh with me?

The real me.
Behind these veils of masquerades.

Under HIS wings

I looked up to the sky,
All I saw was tears coming my way like missiles,
I wonder if YOU are crying for me,
I felt my heart drowning,

I couldn't... I couldn't...
I couldn't pour them out of my little heart,
I am choking, suffocating and fainting,

Can YOU hold on to me?
Don't let my fingers slip from YOUR grip,
Or maybe just let me go,

I am eager to let go,
But is this the right time?
Would YOU let me go if I let go?

I... I... I...
Is this my path?
Did YOU choose this for me?

I am weak, pathetic and disable,
I am just a creature chained to YOU,
I surrender in YOUR name,

Help me O' Lord,
Let me be in YOUR light,
Hold me tight and don't let me stray...

I know YOU can hear me,
I know YOU can feel my pain,
And I know YOU love me,

Lord,
Please break the bleakness with YOUR light,
Substitute my pain with YOUR love,

O' Lord...
I know YOU've heard me...
Even if my lips froze...

Lepidoptera Scales Sprinkled Life.

Day feels like night,
Night felt darker than ever,
Peace broke, replaced by chaos,
Self turned into stranger,
Tears flow bruising the cheeks,
Mind travelled miles after miles but could never settle.

Someday,
Seizures of laughter sips into blood,
Presence seems like absence,
Sweet smiles turned into sharp piercing spears,
Heart burning with nothing,
Hopes became passerby.

Life...
Becomes numb, paralyse and anaesthetize.

I am DUST, DUST is me!

Hello, my name is Dust.
I am a speckle of dust,
I live in the air,
I travel through floating,
In my journey I saw many, many things,
Let me tell you the tales from my journey...

Yesterday,
I saw a Lion,
He said, "How nice if I am a speckle of dust"
I asked him why?
He answered, "Because dust don't need to fight for mates and win in battles to keep his reign"
In my heart I said, "You have your mate, I don't. You have the reign while I am disposed. You are admired, I am not"
Dear Lion, You are to be admired, I am to be blown away.

Today,
I saw the flower,
She said, "I want to be a speckle of dust"
I asked her why is that so?
She told me, "A speckle of dust would never wilt and never lose it's beauty"
Deep inside my inner voice said, "You have the chance to be fresh, I am never fresh. You have the chance of being beautiful and well admired, I am never beautiful and will never be"
Dearest Flower, You are treated like a Royalty, while I am... just Dust.

Tomorrow,
I have seen tomorrow,
I will be seeing a mankind,
He told me that he want to be me... a speckle of Dust,
Again I questioned,
He whispered, "You have what I wanted"
I told him, "Did you want nothing but being blown away when not needed, kept for others' benefit, condemned, trotted, and forgotten?"
I kept silent,
Then broke it by asking him, "Is that what you really want?"
There was no answer, as he tried to console himself that being me is the best ever.

Floating here,
I assure you that anything is better than me, D-U-S-T.

Yours truly and sincerely,
D-U-S-T!