the assassin (2)

the nights bless her soul
grant her power to mock other souls
      she feels water like rivers
       flowing through her fingers
tonight, a pile of papers
will be soaked in blood
       the moon will be the only witness
       of a young heart with a grand lust
       to play god over the living dust
metal rifle, fuzzy trigger
bullets aimed on papers
      hit the ailing hearts
      of the losers
      of the loners

the assassin (1)

cold. as the tomb stone in winter
hungry dagger in her fingers
dancing on the souls, who surrender
to the tip of a pen
             (are words that slice
              the stanzas of life)

thousands of knives
stab into the bluish veins
fountains of blood burst
             (the narration of pains
              in the hand of the assassin
the mighty poet with her pens

dare you change the lines?
of such offense to your mind?

somewhere out there. a #poem for MH370

in the hollow of the sky
over the blue mountain high
you left that night
without a single goodbye

tears have run dry
to know things we don't understand
what was the real story?
the evil conspiracy or  that diabolic destiny?

we send prayers in cry
hope you still hang in there
somewhere in the blue
wish he'd grant you mighty wings
if not those magical fins
somewhere out there

poseidon, please don't lie
release them free
they deserve no adversity
stop writing the new chapter 
the story of your enmity
on their bodies

out there....

into the cerulean sea
the whole world desperately  seek
one little hope in the deep

where in the sea
you keep them custody?

the hand of time

the night fell on the lap of the dark
the flickering bulbs swayed slowly
playing with the black shadows
seemed like dancing under the mournful
composition of the midnight rain
   hands, crimson red. grope at his window
   screeching sounds of crooked nails
   filled his chamber with terror
   the hand of time started to write
   elegiac stanzas
   with ink bled from its finger nails
a complete mournful poetry was written
in the dark of the night
right there on his bare back
all the way through his chest
perpetuate his eternal sadness

in love with the breeze

i fall in love with the breeze
with the falling leaves
and the midnight bliss

would you come in the mist?
to my wildest wish
and keep me ablaze
with your magical kiss?

here i am standing in the haze
dating with the breeze
on the bed of the april leaves

signature of time

one single deep furrow
in the midst of thine brow
started to stay
a gentle mayday?
or a perfect fellow
for the hair turns grey?

a single confident line
who visited thee this morning
came with no warning
to stay and celebrate this life so fine

signature of the time
deeper than a well
longer than a mile
the great map of thine

carved in rhyme
by the hand of time
the poem thy can find
in thine awesome lines

celebrate

when the time's come
and you lay me down
down on the ground
i hope others found
the seeds i planted,  have fully grown

should  you mourn
     over my eternal dawn?
do you need to recount
     the time that bound?
weep no more
     for my soul belongs
     not to the sinful cont

when the time's finally come
to the boundless regions
of space, happiness and mercy
there you'd find me
in the land of free

celebrate
      celebrate