BIRTHDAY There is a day I like to call ‘Yearly Self anniversary day’ They say it’s the only day where a mother laughs whilst you cry Sounds Absurd right? I don’t know if it was a magical day Or a frightening one for them But I am more inclined to believe that it was a little bit of both. Started out as small as a poppy seed Yet a heavy burden to the one who was my temporary home A home where memories I couldn’t keep But sensations I felt. A slumber I gradually awoke from as days, weeks and months passed Unbeknown to me I was like a flower waiting for its time bloom I was coming to life A new world I arrived to Welcomed by a loving embrace Forever leaving an imprint on that day One which welcomed my existence. Year by year a celebration by friends/family or on one’s lonesome is held like an ever imperative and unceasing ritual It’s the single day of the year bestowed by the name ‘Birthday’ THE SEASON WITHOUT A NAME AND A SEASONAL DISEASE THE DOCTOR CANNOT CURE Dear doctor it’s summer I have been dutiful My bag contains my summer weapons u have advised me to carry Sunscreen, a hat, an umbrella, glasses to keep sun burns, sore eyes at bay At night I bathe in calamine to chase the itches away Now rash passes me by without looking my way Mosquitos have named my house a suicidal site so malaria is yesterday news you need not worry Dear doctor it’s me again The trees are mourning today Drip, Drip, Drip Red tear, brown tear, orange tear The say autumn leaves are falling but I see tears It hurts doctor Because of my good heart I made a mistake today, I recklessly made a leaf-angel trying to wipe the tears of the weeping trees But the pollen wasn’t so welcoming Now both my eyes and nose are runny But I am thankful doctor, your futuristic mind is a lifesaver, Your 3 month prescription of Allegra you gave me during my last visit is sufficient for the whole fall season Now I can console the weeping trees as much as I want Dear doctor did you notice? The birds are migrating south Doctor did you hear? The sound of crackling trees as they quiver from the cold winter breeze Winter is upon us I will be sure to bring you a wintery souvenir when I pass by for my diagnosis It hurts to talk My habitual winter sore throat decided to launch winter again this year Today the world seems alive doctor The sun is warmer and the days are longer The trees are gleeful with new leaves in sprout My favorite Sakura flowers are in full blossom So as the clogging in my nose_ sigh! Dear Doctor It hurts so much today This season, you never told me about You have not told me what do to when this part of me hurts You have inspected all my vital signs and told me I am not sick But why? Why does it feel like my chest is clenched? Why does it feel like my every inhale is like broken ribs perforating my lungs? My heart, Doctor it hurts so much I can’t bear the pain Ever since that fateful day my heart has never stopped aching It’s an endurance I cannot take anymore The nullness and the void are uninvited viruses that have took shelter in my heart Please take the pain away like you always did with the other seasonal pains Dear Doctor I am sorry for bothering you with something beyond your capabilities Everyone knows That there is no cure for a fragmented heart It comes in a season without a name A season to be patient and strong enough to await its passing Dear Doctor it still hurts but you need not worry I will survive LIFE AND DEATH A heartbeat, a squeal and an inhale A new life begins A straight heart line and the last exhale Curtains closed for another life An exchange for life with another life Life and death Such odd twins True definition of hot and cold One gives hope the other takes it away Often people desire life but why do I hanker death Why is it people dread death whilst I am impatient for death? It isn’t because I hate life, no I am content with life Just that life isn’t content with me Life killed me more times than death would ever would They say death is cruel but isn’t life more ruthless Life lent me a helping hand during times of despair Fed me with hope for better days Just to later stab me in the back A vicious endless circle that I relentlessly seek for a loophole In death I wouldn’t find an end but rather a beginning of something new I have always thought that life is just one bitter-sweet dream And death is like an awakening from a long slumber Don’t get me wrong I am not a death enthusiast Even-though life has not always been sweets and rainbows It’s undeniable its good outweighs the bad So much that we became frenemies But for now I am homesick I am just thirsty to return to the home I have long promised to return to before I parted with it LUNAR’S ECLIPSE Walking down the eerie streets of my neighborhood Ghastly silhouettes seen at every corner The rhythm of my pace in sync with the faint foot steps That are behind me to which the owner cannot be seen But yet my heart so content and unwavering My blood stained companion is my solace Soon she will be gleaming once her rebirth is complete And I will finally sympathize with the lonely hymns of the wolves Heard in the far distance as I continue on a now conspicuous path Lit by a newly reborn Lunar THE DRIFTER From the north to the south
From the east to the west I am traveler who knows no boundaries Ask me where I am from and to, I will give no answer For as long the skyline stretches far as it can And for as long as the ground allows me to sway with its children I will forever have no destination because home is wherever I roam I am an uninvited guest with no face Only my presence is felt I am meanie at times I can throw you off balance if you on edge I can come bearing unwanted souvenirs that may make you bedridden Forgive me when I am at rage for I too have to let off steam It is not easy being a lonely wanderer, drifting from place to place Don’t deny me just yet I can be your comfort Delicately I can caress your cheeks and hair Soothe your soul in ways you can’t imagine I can be your song and your dance companion Awaken the slumbering dancer in you and give you wings as you and I become one Ask the trees they will let you on the secrets their leaves revealed as they swayed to my breeze Ask the birds they are my loyal customers to my serene currents Diving and gliding with zeal, their chirp and my howl synchronize into a hypnotic melody Good or bad I hope you take me as I am Endow me with your geniality Welcome me as if I am your long lost child So that even I whom doesn’t belong anywhere can feel some sense of belonging Even if it is just for a brief moment Before I once again be on my way A vagabond I will forever be
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