Days are withering in vain
corroding like my chain...
Those grey years of angst,
Of treading water in a sea of tears...
Every now and then
a poem coiled in scroll of an acumen...
Mama tell me the story of the heroes
Tell me the story of those people who died for our...
He wished to tell though
he chose silence instead so...
Tranquillity
is to recognise...
We shut our doors close,
keep checking if they are locked...
Yet eager for more
noticing in the mirror...
Give up looking
in the mirror...
Never meant to be the person that I am.
Found hatred when seeing the reflection of this...
we are all just
children in adult bodies...
Sentimental
Being retired for more than two decades, and, as I...