36 Full Moons

For those who have witnessed 36 full moons

and their name still cuts your tongue

even before you could say it out loud,

For those who’ve collected

36 full moons of stacks of pictures

not all of them were pretty,

36 full moons of history

that you so wish you could just erase

And for those who told yourself to be okay

to just forget

and move on

and that they never existed

and you never saw that crescent

that their eyes shaped when they smile,

 

 

Let me tell you something,

It’s okay you’re not okay.

You don’t need to swallow all those words

you never got to deliver

You don’t need to carry all those apologies

that seem to form a fountain

at the corners of your eyes,

because you don’t need to apologise

for loving too much you couldn’t do it properly

You don’t need to be ashamed

of feeling rejected, or left behind,

and feeling so in love it made you feel stupid,

because your love made you rich

 

Your heartbreak turned you into a poet

who gave birth to a million dazzling words

you never thought you’d use to describe a soul,

and now you can direct all those words

to your own beautiful soul.

 

 

Try to see another full moon,

maybe by then you’ll see

how the moon needs just a cycle

to be full again.

 

AB – 21.12.16

Alive

It’s so cold today. Too cold I don’t dare to go out at all. I can already imagine how the wind could leave prints on my skin, and make every inch of my body long for some place warm. Perhaps a comfortable corner with a cup of hot tea on one hand and an old book on the other. Or just my bed, with all the blankets I put underneath the sheet to trick myself into thinking it’s warm enough for one person alone.

But you don’t understand. On a day like this I wish I could have other things to do. 24 hours a day seem too much, I can’t face myself anymore. I’ve tried looking up for things I could do to make time go faster, but unfortunately, I got trapped in the maze of mind I tried so hard to escape. Is it forever? Can I ever escape from love? Should I ever?

As I type this down I feel my heart heating up, as if the volcano within me is going to erupt anytime soon. I’m so full of emotions that I start to shiver, feeling the coldness even more. I used to sing but now the melody has left me. I used to write but my words flew away like they’re scared of me. How could people describe love as something so magical, something so beautiful that could make all the gardens filled with roses, with all their petals blossomed? I can only feel the cold, as I swim through the depth of the ocean with no end, my tears blend with salt water, hoping that one day, my tired feet could finally land on somewhere warm.

I can only complain, but the cold still won’t go away. How does it feel, knowing you’re safe, warm and alive in someone’s heart?

AB – 6.12.16

DANCING ALONE – A POETRY COLLECTION

Hey dear friends,

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I am so so so happy to announce that I have published a compilation of poetry book called Dancing Alone. This book is about a full cycle of love, how it comes, how it stays, how it goes. You can see the complete details and get a copy of the book here. (Use coupon code AUG2016 for a 25% discount. Promo ends on Aug 24).

Again I’m so glad this happens. I would say this could happen pretty much because of your encouragement and nice words. Thank you so much and I hope you’ll enjoy the book as much as I did writing that!

 

With lots of love and big big smile,

AB

Dancing Alone

The music is on

But the hall is empty

And the stage is too big

For me alone

I glance at the door

Secretly hoping you’ll come back

And join me in my motions

For the dance I remember was the one with you

Yet the door seems rusty

And still there’s no signs of you

The music is on

So I’m dancing alone

My tears no longer drop 

My fake smile now seems natural

I’ve been rehearsing this for too long

I’m prepared for dancing alone 
AB – 19.8.16

Absence

Outside, raindrops plopping wild

The wind dances slowly,

The kind of dance you wish you wouldn’t have to see

The street is empty,

Like Sunday morning on early February

And the wet street slowly turns to seem romantic

Under the dim city lights

And the nothingness they highlight

 

Outside, they celebrate

The rain and the wind marry and replicate

Yet inside these concrete walls,

A question is raised

Nothing can satisfy this confused mastermind

Baffled by the simplicity

Of the raindrops and the wind and the dim city lights

 
If only they could give me an answer.
AB – 9.8.16 

Why did you have to leave?

I hope

I hope

You wouldn’t have to miss me at all

I hope

You wouldn’t have any problems forgetting me

I hope

No one would do to you what you did to me

I hope

You would be happy for the rest of your life

And I hope

Soon I’ll realise 

That I deserve to be happy too
AB – 26.7.16

Happy Birthday, Darlimg Friend

Dear Old Friend

Hello dear old friend,

I wish I could talk to your eyes as I told you this

How everyone I met today

Seemed to send me back to the thought of you

The way they dressed resembled you

The way they talked sounded like you

The way they walked seemed just like you
Dear old friend,

I wish I could drown in your pool of lights as I told you this

How hollow I have been since you disappeared

How dim the moonlight is since you went away

How silent the flowers are since you stopped shining
Dear old friend,

I wish I could feel your presence as I told you this

Sun is shining but how come it’s still so dark?

Flowers have blossomed but how come all I see is thorns?

And the moon is here, but how come there’s no you?
Dear old friend,

If you live in my heart and we never grew apart,

How come I still ache from missing you?
AB – 8.7.16

New

New skylines,

new places,

new laughter lines,

new faces

And along the dusty road where

hundreds of thousands of lives wander,

the same old story,

same old rusty memory,

crawls back up and hugs me.

 

Should I beg now,

can it stop?

Would it be different now

that I know how it’s called?

 

New perspectives,

new circles,

new routines,

new obstacles

And along the windy cold day where

hundreds of thousands of lives wander,

the same old me

goes on.

 

AB – 25.5.16

Bubbles

This glass of water in front of me

is full of bubbles

which then fill my throat with

some unfamiliar taste

And that unfamiliarity then

creeps in to my lungs

and spreads all over my being

until every inch of my cells suddenly 

crave for something that reminds me

more of home,

more of you. 

So I look away,

because both home and you

are now long gone,

as time carries you both 

without asking how I might feel

And here I found 

more stamps to collect

and more pages to write

to create a new foundation of home
And yet,

even these bubbles remind me of you. 
AB – 2.5.16