hold back

i smell the scent of universe,
it's perfection seen in fields,
running across, i am a grain,
my mark and pain are dots within.

weary,  i am in agony,
forced to curse life's uncertainty,
i even blamed lands that bury,
but to myself i am really sorry.

i should not shout my sufferings,
for if i do, i seem not sane,
keeping myself tamed,
in silence, i am in lane.

untitled

I wrote a poem, a song,

i drew the moon,

then i smiled, i bloomed,

i saw you, my perfect tune.

I thought I'm strong,

and can be alone all along,

nay! I was a big wrong,

my joy is you, that i truly long.

I sealed you inside,

delivered you in my heart,

fastened in my sight,

if you go, life will never be bright.