why bother

I watch sunlight kiss bougainvillea petals and wonder why I am up this early. Dawn and I never really get along; my heart swells only when shadows start to lengthen and the sun finally agrees to make way for the moon. But then dusk falls and I realize it’s not the light that bothers me—I don’t think my thoughts are here.

The kings of days and nights have been taking turns shining, but I don’t even know why the universe works that way, because we’re not in the same realm, and it’s not my leaves you’re caressing, so nothing really matters.

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absence is the only option

It lives among rustling of trees
letting space between leaves
leave but a void

non-existence of sound tells a tale
of every flaw scratched on petals
silently they fall
like dusk kissing the ground

so silent the heart wonders
if it’s still there.

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birds of a feather

I made friends with the shadows
they seem to understand how it feels
to be waiting at the corner
for a slim chance to play
at nightfall.

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just another afternoon

dusk descends
bringing spectra of colors
to silent audience

lonesome soul lingers
at the curb with a guitar
singing the same song
telling the same story
to a different crowd

sky’s curtains soon drawn
shadows concealed yet again

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