Preoccupied by You

Right after the speeding
window of the train
displayed your reflection,
I painted your smile
on my vivid imagination.

Right after the distant-
originated wind
calmly embraced my face,
I instantly fell and craved
for the fragrance of your skin.

CONSTANT PREMONITION

Like the open window
of the ground floor,
my dreams are vulnerable
and miserably insecure.

Suppressed and unexpressed sorrows
cut the veins of my euphoria,
disfigured and distant destiny
invites the incurable hysteria.

Over-rated bliss flickers
in the wind of cruel expectation,
nothing seems to be of purpose
only the ever recurring frustration.