WINDUP-BIRD

LUDUS

The love aversion is not deliberate.
I wander in the confusion of light and darkness.
I want to reveal and be revealed.
I look at the burning wick to consume the ebbs and flows of its light.
I am addicted to the dark angels.
I go through the hallways of my heart to pick the pieces of my lovers,
and I often find it broken and without cause.
I agonise over lost chances, and then I do the same mistakes all over again.
I want to learn from my mistakes but how do you it,
when all of them are beautiful.

WINDUP-BIRD

MANIA

The maniac in me always wants to come out at inappropriate times.
I don't choose to be a bundle of unbridled paranoia.
But here I am thinking about every possible outcome of a conversation.
The unsung songs and the unspoken words come back for vengence.
I try to shush the voices to listen his melody.
I try to touch his warm hands.
Its like I am banished for my feelings and
entrapped in the prison of my own emotions.

WINDUP-BIRD

EROS

I love you with all my heart.
I wait for your hands to touch mine.
I wait for your lips to say my name.
It's like your heartbeat is a drug to my soul.
I yearn for your kiss in the middle of my night.
I wait for your touch to liven my skin.
I know you are going to leave,
but I want you all for myself at this moment.
I am scared to live in a world where
your life is not entangled with mine.