Blank canvas

Blank canvas
I cleaned my brush
So do I need to know
About your past
And drag mine
Into this now?
Saturated colors
Some dark edges;
A focal point
Can we not paint on white
Start out right?


Blank canvas
Is not ours
I do not require
A new work of art,
Superimposed
Upon our past.

I take you
As you are
Along with each stroke of brush
You have crafted until now;

The anatomy of us
Overlaps with the portrait of our lives
I see the whole spectrum
Let us look at the big picture.

I feel at home on the road

I feel at home on the road
After a few days
I already feel that I belong.
I mesh with the crowd
Even when I stand out,
I will observe from the corner
Then I will stand with you
At the centre.
It sinks in;
Your beauty
Your habits
I emerge richer
Because of our differences
In culture.

I am at home on the road
I bring my dreams and memories along.
A moment
Between you and me
A little piece of life
The cyan blue in my mosaic;
I will always understand
Though language is not even
A common ground.

I have gone this far

And still,
All is familiar;
Because at times, new friend
Home is a state of mind.

For glory

I am writing 

For glory

I am lighting

This cigarette

For I deserve it

I am having

This cigarette

Because I am 

No longer addicted

I am writing

For glory, my own 

For once

I am stoked

I am hardest

On myself

My greatest critic

Is always editing

A sweet moment
To be content
Enjoy, my friend,

Glory is also
Being able to praise oneself.

Boundaries

Sometimes, home is a state of mind.