Poems

In the world of spices, Nobody loves simple dishes. The world is complex, How can you expect yourself to be simple? The world tries to break you, To make a complex you. Still, you try to stand brave, With a simple heart and tell it aloud Spices make everything delicious, But it takes your health apart.

You lost a friend, You lost a person, You told me you are in pain? Have you seen my pain? In a moment, I not only lost a friend and a person, But my love too. Have I ever told you I lost an emotional attachment? It seems to me like physical pain. I lost my trust, Everything was destroyed in front of my eyes, All I did was see it and cry. Out of control, I hurt my friends. You are telling me you are in pain? Time has passed, Pain has absorbed me, Sill I pray, Let her get all my smiles, Give me the pain of hers I am still in love with her.

Me walking on a crowded road, You hold my hand tight. Don’t leave me,  You told me twice, Or else you will get lost, In the world of fake smiles. I laughed and smiled, Told you in a cute voice It seems to be my first date, With a cute laughing friend of mine. This memory will never get faded away, Because you will always be a cute friend of mine.

Stumbling down the window sill, Reaching the bottom shore of it. Making the drop bigger as it could, Until it breaks into pieces. And the process repeats itself, Raindrops showing me life once again.

You entered my life like the wind On a hot, dry summer day, To help me relax, And to tell me, "We are all by your side, Just move forward and follow the path of your life."

Running through my thoughtful mind, Crossing the river of my brain from left to right, Recalling all we shared once, From a strange beautiful breeze, To an ever-lasting sea of memories. Wish we could all last forever, But the end gets nearer,  As the evening gets darker.

For the last couple of weeks, I feel so exhausted, All my power has been absorbed by someone else. Let me assume that person to be X. How can they do without touching me for once? I wish I had a power bank to recharge me once. Unfortunately, I am the only model left in this world, So the company decided to shut my power off. Once I was useful, Now I am in the storeroom to become nostalgic memory of someone.

I wish I could run a hundred miles per hour, To escape this world beyond the line, Where trusting people is not an issue.