Eternal Monk(ey)   (Eternal Monk(ey))
90 Followers · 25 Following

read more
Joined 13 April 2024


read more
Joined 13 April 2024
YESTERDAY AT 8:25

Weight of our words

We carry the cross
Built with unspoken words
Pricking like a poisoned dagger
Drawing no blood, but with pain

Words that are reminders
Words that are reminiscence
Lingering as enemies
Constantly engaging our brains

They weigh enough to sink
They act as invincible
They don’t find our voices
When we need them the most

At times, they stay suppressed
With the feeling that
Our words don’t find rightful companions
And we choose silence

But the silence is never empty
It always carry the regret
Regret that fail to lend us strength
Words resist and become stale

Our words remain heavy
Now matter how many books
We savour as wine each night
Do not lighten the weight

Perhaps that is why
Our novels lie unfinished
The weight of our words
Somehow stays longer on each page

-


YESTERDAY AT 6:06

Across the wall

As we lie across a wall
On a night that was mystic
When our bodies couldn’t sleep
Tossed on the narrow plank
Which we call the bed

When hearts leak hidden griefs
When minds carry too many threads
When thoughts overflows
With the weight of connection

And in that quiet night
When sleep finally finds us
And we find out that
The Next morning
Our verses crossed over
Through the cracked wall
Through the centre of
The only spider web

What if our poems
Were always in a dialogue
What if lines from your poems
Talk to lines from my poems

What if they always converse
Despite the silence
Beyond the hidden chambers
Beyond the time and space

-


YESTERDAY AT 5:31

My last piece always inspire my next piece

-


YESTERDAY AT 1:48

A known devil is better than an unknown God

-


14 SEP AT 23:55

What If I lose you?

What if I lose you
Like I lost myself
To my doubts
To my fears

What if I lose you
The way I lost my skin
When shame couldn’t cover me
When each hair pulled away
Part of my skin every time

What if I lose you
The way I have lost everything
The way I have lost everyone
What if the bond vanished

What if I lose you
the way sky lost its stars
the way sun fades under moonlight
the way salt dissolves in water

Finding someone is also
to risk losing them
Losing you will be to lose myself
So confine me in a golden cage

And If you ever lose me
I know you will find me
For we are bound to collide again
As star dusts
one day

-


14 SEP AT 17:57

Physics and Poems

You just introduced me to myself
By introducing yourself to me
Let’s speak of physics and poems
In an inert environment
Or through covalent bonds

Hope the stars you trace
Also guide my research
Hope you uncover questions
Hidden in the answers I write

Today’s findings felt like a bliss
Where Words collided
Where meanings diffused
With feelings scattered

I’m still shivering like a wave
May I conclude through a double slit
Our thoughts co-exist
both as wave and particle

Perhaps we are stars
And gaze into each other’s constellations
You may be the Alpherg of Pisces
And I, the Aldebaran of Taurus

Call it a quantum entanglement
Or simply a mirrored reflection
Either way
I’m Glad to hear
from a mirrored atom here

-


29 AUG AT 6:13

Man and his stories

There is a very thin line between reality and fantasy. The only truth is that humans can dream and think of fantasies, while animals cannot. We have created our world with realities and fantasies, and we constantly dwell in it. Whereas other animals only understand reality. In our stories of reality and fantasy, we remain the centre character. This is the biggest curse of being a human being.

Most of the science we know today was considered a joke yesterday. No one believed when someone said the Earth was round, that it went around the sun, or that it was suspended in a vacuum.

When men gave their lives to these fundamental truths, there was a society that believed these men were living in a fantasy world and that these thoughts were part of their imagination.

-


27 AUG AT 9:20

I write the saddest poems
when I’m happiest

-


27 AUG AT 9:18

Some Scars Stay

Some scars stay
Hidden under the skin
Etched forever, within
Invisible to the world

They surface to surprise
When love demands answers
When life seeks blessings
They bleed once again

The skin may seam healed
But the scar marks lie
Carved into silence
Where pain suffocates

Stand bare before a mirror
Gaze into your own eyes
Then trace the scars you carry
You will realise the truth

The scars run deep
And your pain runs deeper

-


26 AUG AT 20:31

Take me under your feet

Take me under your feet
Perhaps there I may find blessings
Blessings to write well
Blessings to live well

The fear that keeps me alive
Is the same that keeps me from loving you
The fear of losing you
Has taught me to love you less

Forgive me
If I could not love you
The way you loved me
There were hanging commas
Pauses that held me back
From reaching you

“Nothing should bother you,”
You may say it loud
But it does
My mind keeps murmuring
Unrest never sleeps

Kill me, if you can
If not, then hide me
Beneath your feet
Where blessings never end

-


Fetching Eternal Monk(ey) Quotes