job – Portrait of Em.

heart-of-darkness

Towards the darkness is a heart of hardness,
Messy and rusted,
Frosted on the ripple of stagnant moment.

Fragments of life,
Jigsaw’s pieces,
The lonely puzzle that is never to be completed,
For the fragile heart is broken into pieces
Engulfed by the mouth of —

Spirit of darkness,
Heart of coldness.

Written on 25 Jun 2014.
The very first poem since I have officially started my career last week.
I am, still and will be, a poet.

feelings

Capture it with your eyes,
Carve it on your soul:

There is always something
That you cannot keep through the lenses,
That you cannot keep it with snaps and shots,
That you cannot re-present it by words and phrases —

Your feeling is everything
That counts.

Written on 26 December 2013.
Something about feelings.
Have not been updating recently because I was busy hunting for a job.
And now it is done.
Right — people here, in this very city, are born to be deprived.