last beat for you

Your words, sharp like dagger,	1
Pierced through my heart.	2
Your rage, so powerful,	3
Ripped it open.	4
Bleeding over old scars it had been,	5
waiting to be healed but never.	6
"Lub-dub, lub-dub"	7
Today,	8
it beats no more,	9
bleeds no more.	10

Sakuras

along the dimly-lit street,	1
on both sides a stand of sakuras,	2
gazillion petals opened to greet new lovers-	3
Blushed were the stars,	4
Who hid among soft clouds,	5
Who whispered curiously, blowing sakuras,	6
And made them dropped like weightless pearls,	7
Onto the naked path where our shadows fell.	8
Oh how beautiful, how sweet.	9
It was a year ago, I thought,	10
All left is a string of pearls I try to hold back.	11
No more sakuras, tonight-	12

Be Mine (Just for You)

Kissing Onion

Oh onion, Your scent is inviting, Wearing layers of clothes Of emotions, of mysteries abound. So hideous, I thought- To protect? You got my curiosity stirred, Drew my soul near; As I am peeling off Marvel slowly unraveled, Welling up my eyes at intervals- In my tears I found pleasure; If only I’m determined enough To persevere until the end.

Pink Lady Love

blossoms hang round,
the backyard a pasture of nature,
yet prettiest are the roses
clothed in pink;
ornamented with crystals of morning dew
shedding the tears of joy-
the pink virgin,
perfume the summer air
with sweetness that calms the soul of lost;
mends the heart of blues.

soon the eye of sky
bathed the pretty lass in marmalade;
there stood string of larks on bough
sing the jolly song of flowers,
create a symphony of march sonatina.
thistles admire in keen,
thorns jealous in green;
o beauty,
you are so ethereal, unfading,
in lust and love-

venom for my veins

in benighted sleep,
incubus quickly hovers.
your memory, my venom
gushing down my throat,
like infernal fire,
burning arteries and veins
cripple them all, leave no traces--

my heart bled red,
into streams of passion and regret,
at there you would beat forever.
soon I was awakened again
by quiet screams, jumbled thoughts
that spoke-

I lost you due to my lack of spine,
and now through the years, for you I would pine.

Dark Hope

on mopey skies
the moon sails,
dangling november stars,
so dimly-lit.

soon, darkness would conquer,
wash them off
sea's reflection.

under weeping clouds
i stand alone,
counting hopes--
one...twain...still so faint.