Night

I love it best when it is night.
I'll wait and stare till lightning strikes
to illuminate my sight with blinding light
I'll sit and wait
Just to see the souls awake

Lost

LOST

Tick tock.
In and out.
Over and under,
Back and forth,
I still see such filth.
Scrub it hard and make it good,
Still it leaves a stain on my wealth.
Cut it out and throw it out,
Still it leaches on my health.

Tick tock.
In and out,
Back and forth,
I stumble and tumble.
It looms and haunts,
and so I fumble.

Tick tock.
I want out.

(Written at 3.09 am)

Sunset

From animosity, a friendship

A friendship into a relationship,
A continuous movement forward it may seem
Is all but a dream

How we came to be
and not to be
is up to He.

As our story ends
two more begins with different bends,
of you and I in separate plays.

Two hands interlocked are now astray
(Extracted from my previous blog.)