You Don't Love An Idea

Once in your life you found someone,
you wished to keep all the sensations,
you eternalised the infatuations,
even carved your names too on a tree.
Don't you see those were just ideas?

After all you can't love some ideas,
moreover touch those convictions,
or somehow miss the conceptions.
Since those ideas do not adore.
They cannot miss you or kiss you.
They do not mind and care for you.

But we remember the person,
and not plainly the perception.
We care to hold somebody's hands,
rather than just one's common sense.
We like to touch a person's skin,
instead of simply one's teachings.

And love is not about ideas.
Not likenesses, nor differences.
It must pertain to what is real.
It's someone's being you can feel,
a human face that speaks for real.

You might forget the gifts you earned,
but don't neglect a person's yearn.
Your friends are not just ideas,
but flesh and blood you love for real.

The Eternal Scars

Right in the hush of the night,
staring at the pitch-dark ceiling,
can't feel anything but astray.
What's all this agony about?
Why do these cuts surface?

You may disguise the wrinkles.
You can shroud those guilts,
or even mount a friendly mask.
But you can't live like that ever.
These scars just enter the picture,
even if you beg not to occur.

The past you always want to wrap,
now seem aim to vex your rest.
What if you can't fix these things?
What if you can't let them go,
those causing you these damages?
What if the only option tomorrow,
is to bear the pain and shame?

There must be no more time waste,
yet the silly pursuit of happiness,
let alone any façade of friendliness.
Those scars won't just fade away,
even if you gag them all the way.

Don't try to escape the woe,
but go embrace it with pleasure.
Then you may lie down to sleep,
although your heart will still bleed.
But remember this in your belief,
always other friends in the history,
who'll keep your being in one piece.

Hope, But Not Too Much

Knowing someone a lot, 
doesn't make you special. 
Getting some attentions, 
no need to make you fly. 
Missing some calls a week, 
shouldn't be a big deal. 
And be that as it may, 
why must you feel so bad?
 
Life isn't just this spot. 
Lone means not the void. 
Lust isn't much an antidote. 
Love doesn't mean you're lost.  

What would happen if you seek, 
and nothing comes up on the screen? 
What if someone steals the feel, 
and leaves your heart turning bleak? 

Maybe now it's time to slow down, 
since naught is wrong with your want. 
It's just the hope that you pose, 
could be too much for your fellows. 

If you feel too close with someone, 
just be careful how far you'll hope. 
Since the higher your wishes fly, 
the harder the wounds to be cured. 
It's good to hope, but just don't shove.

Let Go

Have you ever learned,
the hardest thing in happiness,
is to let your dearest ones,
leave and have their own?

There's no other thing,
so greedy as holding their hearts,
so dangerous as the presumption,
that we're the only one on earth,
who can make them happy.

But our eyes can never fake,
the envy acutely consuming,
the anger so utterly vexing,
the jealousy intensely amusing,
the addiction overly persisting.

So often it's torturing,
to hear them burst in laugh,
but simply not because of you;
to watch them walk cheerily,
but clearly not at your side.

Now step back and see inside.
Would you not want them to be happy?
Would you not see them smiling?
Would you not do anything absurd,
just to watch them live heartily ever after?

Then this must be the simplest answer.
Let them go. Let them live. Let them laugh.
Even if you would have to accept,
yet all of this, is not your sacrifice.

Love is Not (Always) a Union

Is it evermore true,
as if relationship is destiny,
as if we should live in couples,
as if nothing's happier than a union,
as if our passion is everything,
as if love is about becoming one?

But you never know,
how deep the ocean of one's heart is,
how far a friend's hands can reach,
how close your cared ones can hug,
how high their prayers can climb,
how fast their pardon often is.

Since love is about being present,
within someone else's heart and soul.
Since love is about being a gift,
though never will be owned.
Since love is about being sacredly tied,
albeit each person's way of life.
Since love is about being reborn,
and laid down on someone else's palms.

And love is not always a union,
regardless how hard we push it,
despite our stubbornness to reach it,
notwithstanding the gloom and the grief.

Hence at the end of each day,
don't be sorry for feeling not loved,
also by those you do care about.
Since love is by far not a union,
if you mean by it a possession.