The Marking of Half a Decade


It marks half a decade...
And nothing's changed just developed.

As this journey leads to the other half,
I am marking my second,

One and a half of mine left me venturing,
But this half ventured me...

Something is awaiting upon the aging other half...
But what is?

Young to age?
Or Continuation of this aging?

It marks half a decade....
And nothing's changed just developed.

In The Waiting

I have always look at the road...
The road named Ahead...

An unabled view...
Only Trodden is enabled...

Never ever I rest it,
Wearing Mind out...

What is the next step like?
How will it be?

This step is worrying the next,
The next shall worry it's next,

Now I shall STOP!
and salvage every moment in this step...


P/S : Specially for Shana babe and Josh. Treasure every moment you have. God Bless You.

To My Beautiful...

My beautiful...
How finely crafted you are...

You might not be pretty...
But certainly beautiful...

You aren't perfect,
But beautiful in your imperfections,

My beautiful...
Uniquely beautiful...

So and so...
that,

I cannot compare you,
Because you are just so beautiful...

Beautiful... You are MY Beautiful...

Not my dream come true,
Neither my idol nor my desire...

Just My Beautiful...

note:

This poem is specially for all the special people in my life.

Specially Lymer and My Chickstas.

Thank you all for being so beautiful and especially so beautiful to me.

You are MY BEAUTIFUL.