Compass

It seemed too daunting to walk through thick forest

Guided only by dim moonlight without stars scattered in the sky

With every crackling branch and rustling leave,

The night air got heavier and so were your legs

You stopped for a minute or two,

To understand where you were in the deep forest

Right at that point you could feel your companion was standing next to you,

when an owl howled unexpectedly and the eerie silence was broken

Both of you were too shocked

That the togetherness between you and her was also broken

You stepped away, she stepped away,

Yet you were the only one who tripped and hit the ground

It was a minor fall, but somehow the compass managed to slip out of your hands

How fast and how far did the compass run?

Just in a split second you were unable to catch a sight of its existence

And where did she go, your companion who were beside you all along?

Did she run for the compass? Probably

You were trying to get back on your feet,

When another howl rolled into the silence

You fell once again, now a little dizzy, you stayed there and rested

Eyes closed

A minute passed, you opened your eyes and got back on your feet,

Ready to run to your compass and your companion

Yet nothing is to be seen

Not even trees, leaves and branches

Not even stars. Not even moonlight

Not even your compass. Not even your companion

Pitch black

It is uneasy to move around in darkness,

To look for your compass and your companion,

Because you have no understanding of where you are going

But you persist in moving and notice that,

When your compass is not there,

When your companion is not there,

To help you navigate through the darkness,

Maybe it’s time when moral compass comes in handy

—DNP

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Gravity

Why

Why does she have the tendency

To let her heart linger on him

As if he were the sun

Which is orbited by planets

When he is obviously not, yet somehow

His charm is as great as the sun’s gravity

An equation, which is arguable

But might be undeniably valid, because

As sun’s gravity keeps everything in place

His charm is the only force in the universe

Which can hold such great energy inside her heart

His charm is the only force in the universe

Which can keep her heart gravitating to him

— DNP

Forget

A man was sitting in a room

With papers scattered on the floor

Hours passed by, yet the papers remained untouched

The clock ticked louder and he was suffocating

Walls were ready to fall right on his head

‘Time out!’ he yelled

It’s time for him to unwind

He decided to go for a walk

This walk was intended to be a short one

Yet he made a detour in every intersection

Not satisfied with every corner of the city

He hailed a cab, went to the suburb

Hitch-hiked up to the nearest city

Another suburb, another city, another suburb, another city

The walk was supposed to be a short one

Yet it goes for days, weeks, months and years

Scattered papers are forgotten

So is his room, his apartment—together with

His woman and his little child

They are forgotten

—DNP

Shiver

She doesn’t see it, never will she

Yet she believes in its presence

‘I mean, how can I not believe in angel?’ she said

During the chilly nights

When sheets and blanket are all she has

Without walls to protect her from the wind

Without mattress to comfort her after long days

She feels safe and protected instead

Since she believes that there’s

A pair of wings which always wraps her tightly,

Holds her gently and keeps her warm

She feels safe and protected instead, because

Her belief doesn’t let her shiver

—DNP

Light

This city twinkles more and more

As they turn the lights every night

To light the city, to lighten one’s heart

This city twinkles more and more

And I hear them praying

‘May these lights

Bring a piece of mindfulness

For every soul who look at it

From above the sky and

Bring them the strength to

Deal with whatever they have left down here’

—DNP

Blue

Everyone hides their blue

Blue is hidden until no one notices

The little footprints it left behind

When you pay enough attention

Maybe you could track it though

But when someone does notice

Blue is the main attraction

For only a minute or two

Since they see blue

As a mere object

Only to look at

Only to talk about

For a minute or two

Not to be understood

—DNP

Little Boy

There is this one little boy

Sitting in a carriage with his eyes popping

Left and right he sees

Looking at everything which catches

His attention, his big eyes

His mind never stops wondering

Imagination is his strength

This quite ride, this long ride is the perfect time

For him to create a narrative about the world he sees

So tell me little boy

How do you narrate this reality we live in

Would you describe it as a beautiful and bright world

As bright as your popping brown eyes

Or would you rather describe it as a tainted world?

—DNP

Radiates

We meet too many people

And fortune doesn’t seem to be on our side

We are left alone with The Beatles

While thinking of this idea which we might abide

‘You, yourself is enough’

Yet frail hearts don’t want to obey

It remains still in the crowd

Radiates every passer-by with golden light

Beams every alley with kindness

—DNP