Moon (Inktober Day 18)

Darling you were the moon,

I have seen you hiding behind the clouds—

Shy crescent smile, dimmed and innocent.

When you showed your other half, I swore the town lighted up in delight.

And I swore the stars looked better with you around.

But, God, when you were whole—in all your glory, all bright and beautiful,

You conquered the whole town—all eyes on you.

And the wolves, they all howled for you.

The stars and the planets were outshone,

They got nothing on you.

Darling, the night sky was made for you to shine;

in all kind of forms you saw fit.

And I have loved you,

Through every form and phase of you.

I have loved you,

Even when you were nowhere to be seen.

Even when the sun took you away from me.

I have loved you,

In the silence of nights.

I have loved you,

In my loneliness and sorrow.

I have loved you,

In past tense.

Collide (Inktober Day 17)

We shone the brightest when we collided, creating a beautiful explosion—like the fireworks on new year’s eve but prettier.

But like all things that collide and explode, we were only pretty for a split second. What left after is nothing but a mess of ashes.  

Compass (Inktober Day 16)

 The compass is always within us all. The pointer of our direction, its us. Sometimes it gets broken or maybe you thought you lost it somewhere along your journey, but believe me, its still inside you; if broken, its nothing unfixable. You got you.

Helmet (Inktober Day 15)

He took off his helmet and his armor, putting his arms up in defense. He gave up. Nothing is worth fighting for anymore.

Tick (Inktober Day 14)

Tick tock tick tock

For once the ticking of the clock does not tick me off anymore

It sounds like a song now

Like a nice melody you’d waltz to

And as minutes tick by,

My heart thumps harder and louder

And the stars are twinkling, moon hanging low

Maybe tonight the universe conspires to make it perfect for me.

Tonight, the everything is beautifully tailor-made for me.

Tick tock tick tock

For once my mind has stopped working like a clock—it is not ticking anymore.

For once I am sure that I won’t be going cuckoo like the clock.

Tick tock tick tock

Everything has stopped ticking. Time means nothing for me now.

Possibilities are stretched out before me, dreams cannot wait.

Heart and mind are finally on the same boat and I am the sole captain of it.

No storm will break me this time,

No wave will be big enough to drown me and I need no life vest.

The destination is clear and my compass is set.

Time is no longer my enemy. 

I have tamed it and now it bends on my will.

Roof (Inktober Day 13)

One day I promised myself to not easily hit the roof. To stay calm and collected even during the storm. 

I have lived in peace since then.

Stuck (Inktober Day 12)

my mind is a crossroad during rush hour;

cars honking non-stop;

radio blaring loudly;

baby crying on the car-seat;

people swearing out loud;

and I am stuck in an unmoving cab.