Key

This night seems ordinary except that

Her picture is what I always see

Love! Are you there yet?

Wait! The door is locked, no key!

She got that tiny golden key in her pocket!

Go, get it! She hid it! Take it!

Her raspy voice, I could hear

The words “I love you, no more” revisit

She’s got that damned key!

She locked me in a vacuum, breathless

The heart cried in pain

Tears flow down meeting the fires of hell

Is this what she asked for?

To see me stuttering for help on the ground

With hand clutching my heart

The other shouting for salvation

See, she wants me dead! She never loved me!

Go! Get the key if you want to save me!

Pull her hair, vengeance to her unwavering evilness

But…Let her go freely after

I still loved her even if she didn’t

She has the key, she is the key.

Sweetest Candy for the Little Boy

His innocent face holds the unwanted eyes

the weakling's body wanders in emptiness

abused by right, killed by freedom

the wrenching soul feels no love, sees no morrow.

I'll walk my way to that park once again

with owl's eyes and head bowed;

little boy, just hang your feet swinging

on that bench, the sweetest candy is waiting.

Traversing - The Mathematician's Journey Begins

The journey starts from here. I welcome myself into something that I don't usually do. Blogging. This will never make me rich. Hence, there's no reason for your mouths to mumble "maybe sacks of money await in blogging". NO! There is completely none to look out for except yourself. Yes, yourself! I'm trying to dip my clean hands on the almost muddy cosmos of internet blogging. A few people discouraged me to make-known-to-all whatever happens to me in a day. It's too insincere, they say. Why do I have to shout to the whole wide galaxy about my day to day encounters? Again, I keep on hearing the words Preposterous! Ridiculous! Absurd! Fake! et cetera. Yet, see, I never learn. If you're reading this right now, you'll probably believe that there are plenty of people like me who wants to learn lessons in the hard way, hardest if possible. After all, human beings as we are, we are as pliant as a bamboo and has the tendency to become strong and incorruptible like a stone. My curious mind would somehow take me into the vast world of the unknown. I have never been there. I have never imagined what it's like to breathe in a place you seem unfamiliar with. True that I use internet everyday exhaustively but that does not make me an addict or what. Internet access has become a major point of my living as to speak of entertainment and most significantly, communication. Through this, I can be able to communicate with myself in silence; I can be able to laugh at my sorrows; I can be able to cry at my triumphs; and I can be able to discover the real me. Reflecting about yourself is really hard. One can not simply judge himself by looking at the mirror. In order to see progress in knowing yourself, one has to touch a rock - the heart that has refused to open because of humiliation. That rock that has long been sleeping beneath the rib cage that possesses my lungs will soon rise from unconsciousness to battle falsity and the art disclaiming. I think, I love Math and that's what I know. Now, I humbly claim that I am a Mathematician and this are my adventures! Enjoy! Au revoir!