Actually
it was in the apple of your eyes...

He wished to tell though
he chose silence instead so...

We shut our doors close,
keep checking if they are locked...

Yet eager for more
noticing in the mirror...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

They would go after
your dreams first before after...

I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man stands...

_To those who have a soul_
The shrine of loneliness musing...

If I have been in your town
for some times...

Do you remember us
as moths trapped...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l...

Days are sliding away in disdain,
let fall...