a search

whether they knew
in my solitude
to the moon I talk…, and even if appears
to the stars, I complain…, and even if it blinks
with the chant of wind, I knit silence
and passed the time with a small candle glowing reluctantly

o how sad
this heart wrapped in bitterness thus not able to welcome love
these eyes were not able to gaze the world which clouded by hypocrisy
this tongue not able to spell the misery of soul which wallowed in loneliness
and they called me as
a cool breeze that touches the dried soul
harp’s string that calmed the rhythm of the heart
and my poem were the words of gods
their assessment was too high

gosh…., I’m just someone
whose befriended with night and sleeping in the cocoon of loneliness
whose thought and feelings were searching for the justification
of self and the greatest meaning of life

(written 3 years ago in my old book)



future imagining

if love is gone
from the face of this earth
no more smiling lips
no more hands to shake
ambition chasing one another
without shame
the dome of egoism created
full of lies and falsehoods
driven by pride
desires about love
spoken without words
as if chained by the tongue
drifting in the arid heart



the other side of me #1

My first zentangle.
August 12, 2015


created when waiting for azan (the call to pray)