Rise up again

At the edge of reality and disbelief, 

My broken soul shivers deep,

Torn and shattered on the reef,

It falls down and weep. 

What is this place, disheveled and broken, 

Giving momentary relief as token,

Realization kept me dumbfounded and shaken, 

Making me lie anguished in pain. 

I was left empty, dark and cold,

Being punished for being stubborn and bold, 

If only someone warned or foretold, 

There are things that can't be controlled. 

I am angry, frustrated and disappointed, 

To reach a situation that I hated,

These emotions that the world created,

 Is making me invisible and faded. 

For many, I might have been lost, 

You have achievements, but at what cost?

I do have things to hold on, remain aloft, 

As there are people to support at my worst. 

Right now, nothing I say have much power, 

But I will rise up again and devour,

All lies and cheats, tricks of these cowards, 

Obtain everything that is ours. 

Reversal of memories

 Like a leaf floating in turbulent water,

Around the rocks in the flowing river,

Visualized the life that I lived till now,
By reminiscenting throught my memories.

Standing here on the roof,
I look at the vast city,
Admiring the empire that I built,
Out of my humble beginning.

With the amenities in my palm,
I relish all of these luxuries,
Looking down to the people below,
Running around over my orders.

Ah, I remember the time,
I started with my company,
Requesting for the loans,
Celebrating every single sales.

Oh, I was so naive,
Fresh out of my college,
Having the big corporate dream,
Ready for any sacrifices.
A rejection by my girlfriend,
Immersing in academics to cope with heart break,
Lamenting all the missed opportunities,
Of going out with my school friends.

Those were my true friends,
Being together with young days,
As we explored the surroundings,
Having all the adventures and games.

I even forgot my childhood,
Being shy behind mother's back,
Having the stranger anxiety,
And hiding inside my father's lap.

I don't recall much of grandparents,
But was aware of being loved,
As they carry me over their shoulders,
And taking my to everywhere.

I was so fortunate to be born,
In the small government hospital,
There was no noise or fanfare,
Only pure joy at my arrival.

Afterglow

 On a dark moonless night, 

I was walking in the countryside,

besides my friends who came along,

to explore and experience rural wilderness. 

Away from the city lights,

where everything were so bright, 

and we miss the opportunities, 

to view the natural landscape. 

I was humming a song, 

and swinging an old twig, 

as they were chatting merrily, 

for, it was their first time. 

Then it came to our view, 

like a magic casted by spirits, 

all the trees along the hill, 

with silhouettes against the sky. 

Filled with red and green,

sometimes light golden hue, 

like some artificial decorations, 

illuminating the path with wonderful view. 

We admired and ponder, 

how to describe this natural wonder, 

as it captured our gaze, 

mesmerizing us with its haze. 

It was like a fairy trail, 

intermittently vanishing due to flashlight,

the faint glimmer over trees and bushes,

were like momentary illusions of our sight.

Taking the longer path, 

we all observed silence, 

cold breeze brushes our cheek, 

nudging us to realize what we seek. 

Looking up towards the stars, 

I could only managed to whisper,

praise to the god for this magnificent show...

we were blessed with beautiful afterglow.