At first glance, they look so beautiful and so perfect

And even after lingering for a while

They can still fool you

But look closely at their details

All you’ll find is fake-ness

Perfection is just a facade

Nothing in its beauty is real

It’s all for show

It has no life

Nothing but paper roses…


I Can’t

I wish I knew then what I know now.

This phrase keeps repeating in my mind

I’m not entirely sure why.

Perhaps I’m tired of this life

I’m tired of the daily grind

I’m hoping there’s something more for me

More I’ve yet to find

But I feel so guilty for being dissatisfied 

I’m supposed to be thankful for what I’ve got

But is it really so wrong to wish for something more

Something better that I haven’t got?

I don’t want money or fame

I just want to feel happy

And if you say happiness is up to us 

Then we just don’t agree

Most times, the people you’re with affect your happiness

And this is very true for me

I am not happy

And I for this I have no remedy

Because I can’t change the other person

It’s an impossibility

And I can’t say a word

And I have no allies

And I can’t leave the world




A Response

When can we go to that silent planet
     and watch the sunset set the sky ablaze?
When can we be at that place?

When can we float on that sea of thoughts
     and count the stars that no lights dim?
When can we be there and dream?

When can we walk on the soft red slopes
     and sit on that soil of peace?
When can we be surrounded by its breeze?

I'll come with you, just tell me when
     and live with you (though we should die)
In the red sands of closeness, dear

Where we can hear our breathing rise amongst the stars

~ Christmas 2000

A Student’s Wait

(read without stopping for breath)

gazing into space
waiting for time
to pass by
the feeling of
anxiety from this
long frustrating wait
the inside of
me is slowly
bursting out of
visions of the
future creep into
my head and
the dream strove
for is drifting
away from any
the sky grows
dim with my
thundering heart just
endlessly thinking of
consequences and choices
that must be
and over the
fear there lies
the courage to
out of uneasiness
comes millions of
thoughts streaming in
wishing that soon
it would finally
arrive and come
the news of
rejection or acceptance
will determine my
for the grade
that would not
come tears me

~Summer 2000, college

in dedication to all students, as the school year draws closer to the end