The song of winter

A symphony of
Joy and sorrow;
A blend
With a hope for ‘morrow,
The harshest winds
And the pandering pain
Pulverized, the moment
You gaze into the
The fog
That subdues the planes.
For a little while,
The tainted,
With the innocence of the snow
Shall rise – to live on another day.


This poem was inspired by the song
なんでもないや by Radwimps from the movie Your name (君の名は).

Tears dripping from your eyes,
Yearning for each lasting moment
To grow
A little longer,
I wish we were wound together;
Hearts, ever so closer-
A little piece of soul
Lost. We wander.
I’ve been searching for you
We stand here,
In opposite directions,
Tell me its true,
This hazy recognition
From the begining of time.
Will we last with this fleeting second?
Forever, with a simple gaze –
My soulmate


Blended the opposites,
And sanity was tamed,
Living among the
Pandering sycophants;
Love and life remains
The charade of the lands.
We stay here –
Mastering faces
Over the shadows of the sun,
We flow with the wind, far away. 。

Iridescent light and impossibly dark,
Rise to form the fate as we know
Amidst the order, a chaotic game
Time and time again, yet
Moira – the fate remains untamed. 。

Towards Light

All things unsung
Await your return;
Run –
Past the petrification;
Into the Fog
Towards light,
And the dawn will rise,
Like a Phoenix, reborn.


Sparkling lights
Spirited away tonight,
Wandering the streets,
With chaos that never ceases –
An unexpected tranquility,
On the day of Christmas Eve,
A myriad of dreams
Wound in one breathless destiny.


The feeling of hope
And the dread, with a dark hole,
Mingle and merge
With the fog on hold.

The tranquility of the water
Battle with the chaos, a little sober
From the talk that takes over
The sanity of the heart.

Silence, the leaves remain
Unmoved, the lake claim
The look beyond facades go,
Mere mortal fears, still cold.

Maya: incomplete

Note: Read this poem with an open mind and it might just tell you your story.

Past of the wooden doors and poignant panes,
To the everlasting lands of flora and fae,
In an island and a forest with an
Enchanting waterfall,
leaves abode,
Afloat as the dew dwindles down
From the hearth in the clouds.

She rises from the depths of dawn,
Enamored by the splatter of silvery sparkle
Of the twilight, and long
Caught in this tangle
Of the lignin and green – but
Oh! She can barely breathe,
The whispers of time
And the remnants of lips
Moving past –

The lands may be far past these cerulean seas,
But the memories linger on
Like the wandering light
Amidst the Northern dreams.


Stars masked by the clouds,
Yearning for this dark night to unfold,
It’s the multiple doubts
That waver among the words, untold.

Fiery heart, scintillating scars,
In her mind, it is utter chaos,
The fictitious nights filled with mutiny in part,
Oh! The symphony is a senseless retort
To the days in the past,
The lingering dance
Of the demons and doves –
Sail away past this lonesome wolf.

Brewing in the sky
A storm has set its sight;
Bridge the beastly side
And don’t utter a single sigh.


The trembling lips,
The tortured smile,
Lightening stays on,
Till the dawn of time.

Lucid colors, whispers and bangs,
She walk this path,
Unknown, please don’t –
Bridges buried beneath the simple dream.

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