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




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



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



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’



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



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


Stand Still

No matter how the weather has been inside of you lately





I will always be there

Just like every tree

You pass every day

While you are walking out from your house

Which has conquered all the four seasons

Which stands still through the four seasons

I will stand still

And be your ally

I will stand still

And stand by your side


Window Seat

By the window you sit

For sky and clouds always have stories to tell

By the window you sit

For every song in your playlist belong in this moment

By the window you sit

For every sentence in your favourite song makes more sense now

By the window you sit

For it is your favourite place to contemplate

For it is your favourite place to cry in the sky