At the end of the day

it is me who’s alone

like some birds which stay north

while the flock heads way south

I’m alone in this house

and remain just unknown

or at least feels that way-

And well know that I’m free

to decide who to see

or to choose from all none

when it’s me who’s alone

at the end of the day-



“If we are alone, we become more alone. Life is strange” ― Paulo Coelho

Death Knocks Once


Death Knocks Once


Dry oak fingers taping tunes on roof tiles

late night winds howling songs of past times

in a daze spooky dreams turned to rhymes

caught between being awake and asleep

if I die pray my soul god to keep


Don’t come calling until sins reconcile

fears play under shadows of death

when she takes life away in one breath

no one there to bemoan or to weep

if I die pray my soul god to keep


And in dreams every moment conspires

to make fears come alive in my bed

while in slumber I’m already dead

one loud knock to arouse me from sleep

if I die pray my soul god to keep


Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. -Horace
I woke up again in the middle of the night with a knock. It happens often and at first I would get up and check the doors but no one there. I stopped looking and simply go back to bed but that knock wakes me up every time.





I create illusions reflected on your mirror

but it’s only me the one to see the light

in between the cracks, what if I don’t fight

and allow this place to reflect my fears?

Only one direction where the river flows

and can either swim or just let it take me-

If the truth sometimes translate in years

should I give up now that I’m slightly ahead?

Maybe life is life and nothing more to be

than another man living on the edge

of a life illusion, while already dead.


“One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.” Guy de Maupassant

Not Broken


Not Broken


Not broken, slightly lost

I will seek no direction than what time

had inscribed on my skin,

to embrace who I am ‘til the end

all ahead while my dreams trail behind.

Not broken, mostly spent

and in fear I will learn to begin

every day as it comes ‘til the end.


Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to.
Don’t try to see through the distances.
That’s not for human beings. Move within,
but don’t move the way fear makes you move.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

To Dream


To Dream


To dream, I forget to dream

and life catches up with a brief reflection

of a stranger’s face

on a window pane at the corner store.

Sadness keeps no more

but hard to retrace

a diverging road lost without direction

while I simply live, and forget to dream.


“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”
Lao Tzu