Still

When each day is like searching,
there must be something wrong inside.
When you always look for someone,
emptiness might have consumed you.
Longing is sweet, but heartbreaking too.

Still, the world seems not big enough,
and your heart will never be fulfilled.
It's so weird to have so many friends,
but in one go you find no lull within.
It's just pointless to grab one's shadow.

Still, we love to do anything trifling,
and we like to make everyone happy.
But all at once comes a bad question:
who will then make 'me' happy?
Yet this is not a selfish mess at all.
This is where you won't find answer,
and then the world seems to stand still.

Still, you just don't have any idea,
why the very person you have fun with,
might at once stand there with no word.
Is it true that amity is about searching?
Is it ever true that this is wrong hoping?

Stillness can become quietness,
and quietness may turn into blankness.
Perhaps what you surely need now,
is not your struggle to comprehend,
but a simple stand of being understood.

So ask a friend to understand you.
If you never did, simply ask one now.
It shouldn't be so hard to ask for a heart.
And at the end of the long dark corridor,
you'll be counted smoothly and candidly,
by your still friend.

I'm All Yours

When you were born on earth,

the only miracle was your trust.

Could you modestly remember,

how serene life was at that time,

how lovely your smile looked like?

Now and then we are startled,

asking if we've lost those moments,

musing if we could taste them again,

just one last time at this minute.

Even so, beware of this chimera...

You could be drowned in its lethargy,

not grasping the eminent gist of all this,

that you must learn to have faith!

Is it back-breaking to trust someone,

to lean your head on one's shoulder,

to lay your heart in one's keeping,

to close your eyes by one's presence?

Perhaps you have to try more often,

allowing other to help you stand,

asking your friends to be there for you,

sharing your stories being kept too long,

and telling these words unashamedly:

I'm all yours now...

Only then you'll see what trust really is,

something in fact you never lost in life,

but is simply hidden behind your vogue,

waiting patiently to be ventilated,

to change you into a precious person.

Silent Burden

Would you take it if one says,
'Everything will be okay'?
Would things turn to be all right,
when you think to have done your best?
If only life would be that plain...

But not everything is fine,
not in your tranquil good times,
not in your own balmy bedroom.
You can pretend to enjoy this life,
in the ways you almost feel heaven.

Still, things can be wrongly said,
and they can be mistakenly seen.
And even worse, this won't be voiced
by those whom you know not,
but by the ones dearest to yourself.

All your arduous days and nights,
might be not good enough for them.
But 'good' isn't much the right word,
since they, too, have their own pains,
and you just don't have any idea,
on how tiring their burdens could be.

Maybe what you drag in your heart,
is not yet one inch of their darkest nights.
So when you think they upset you much,
with the words you may feel harsh,
always remember this one thing:
it's not about you, for God's sake.

It's about us denying our destiny.
It's about us afraid of our soreness.
It's about us not able to be hushed.
Then be strong in your silent burden.