Roaming, Telling, Walking Ghost: Poem

 Roaming, Telling, Walking Ghost

A lot of pain and cloudy raindrops,

Cloudy eyes are shedding raindrops...

The cloudy, rainy climate turning dry land into a salty ocean.

Roaming, wandering, walking—broken.

Begging hands are falling down, with empty blood in the heart and veins.

Always hearing louder shouting...

Always bursting, louder shouting...

Eyes are shedding salty rain, and the fertile land is always cursing.

A roaming, shabby human always walking on the salty wet land...

A roaming, shabby human thinking of a gentle word from the salty wetland...

The salty wetland looks calmly, somehow making the shabby one happy.

A roaming, shabby foot is drying,

Painful words of heat are killing.

Thunderous tongues and burning words are drying the plants of Mr. Humble Love.

The roaming shabby one gave them a shower of gentle care and love from the heart.

Thus, the empty shabby was thrown by Rosy—empty heart and veins flew outside.

Empty, shabby, shameless, useless—roaming, thinking, walking... always.

Rejected Teddy: Poem

 "Rejected Teddy"

Dear, you know who I am...

But why did you say you were just adjusting to me?

You knew I was clear,

Yet I don't know why you ended me

By offending the innocent love.

I don’t know why I received everything...

But still, I’m ready—even if only to take the blame—

If somehow it could help you.

Like a teddy on honey, you remain within me.

But I don’t understand why you rejected this teddy.

We did what everyone else did—

But we stood together in ways others never could.

We dreamt of each other

In a utopian world full of misery.

But when the dream came true—

I became utopian with love,

While you became realistic—with your career.

Life is mocking me.

My mind is wandering.

And my hearty sparrows—

They are wounded... maybe counted.

"What I Thought, What I Got" : Poem

 "What I Thought, What I Got"

What I thought was—I was loving you.

What I got was—I am not loving you.

What I dreamt of was a holy, dreamy life.

What you said was—it’s a devilish hell.

What I gave you was my time and life.

What you received—was only disturbance.

What I dreamt were your dreams.

What I got was my mortal damage.

What I believed—I was a battleship that fought for you...

But what you said—I was a dirty wreck.

What you gave still lives in me.

The sweets now sleep on the wounds you gifted.

And even with the wounds...

I still cling to the sweetness of those sweets.

Why I came—was for us.

Why I left everything—was for you, my love.

Why you said it was cheap... I don’t know.

Why you said I am so cheap—for just counting my days.

Yes, I understand now—

They were cheap only to you.

But for me, my whole life was yours.

My success, my pain—all were my gifts to you.

I gave you myself.

Yet all you saw in me...  was someone worthless.

A total wreck.

The Third Betrayal : Poem

 "The Third Betrayal"

It’s the third betrayal I’ve known.

The matter—I’ll overcome.

But this third one... it’s heavy.

Because this time, I loved deeply.

The first lasted six months,

The next—fifteen long years,

And the last... six precious years.

Each time, the pain feels the same.

No matter how trendy the betrayal—

Pain doesn’t change its name.