Leaena's Dear Diary

I will not speak of it. For if I utter, the wind might wither it. The time may gnaw at the heart of it. I will not unviel it. For if I open, the air could crumble it. The world would tear it to trashes. I will not touch it. For if I sense it, it can

I crushed my good, just to let you trample it. I swooned over your rendezvous and watched mine burn. When the midnight arrived, I should have held my skirt and ran into the woods. Let the wild nature swallow me then let you suck the glee in me. But I

The price of blinding light is abysmal dark. I twirled in the sun for so long that I failed to recognise the maisma filling every gap of my organs. Every event was in order yet even breathing was a task. The heart was too loud. I saw nobody. There wa

But I forgive you. Forgive you for your foolishness. For your naivety. Your yearning. Amidst the invigorating colors, you lost your art. You listened to them instead of the child inside. But I will forgive you. After all, if not me than who? You are

I let it conquer me for I feared being left behind. I stood by as the noise invaded my mind. I did not forsee the pungent odor. I was immature that way. I was inexperienced in such trade. So I nurtured the hay, let it climb like an infection. Like a

She is the queen of your dreams, the mate of your soul, the flame of your twin and the bow of your cupid. Flying above the pastle cloud, she swims in your favourite. She embraces your twinkle. Your spark adores her. Your dream worships her. Your sens

We sang high in the mountains, where the yeti huffs. We weaved our story in a divine prophecy to come. We were the tales hidden in the myths. Our moments, a culture to be passed. Generations of faith kneaded our threads. We believed that the himalaya

Eating my emotions like a hungry swamp. I cannot escape it. Insecurity. Hatred. Anxiety. Loneliness. Helplessness.You only spare these on moon days.  They whisper to me even as the midnight creeps by. They say they hate me. Say no one can like me, an

Dear ghost,After all the sunlight, the cold came again to terrorise me. It slices my epidermis and the silence threatens my soul. Since the last transgression, a bone have been stuck in my bed. I have dug the mattress for thousand seconds, yet... yet

I heard duck as the dust brushed my cheeks. Among the dried winter weeds, the water rushed while my mind hovered. I laid my back on the sand and breathed the sunlight in the river's scent.  I let the music play low in the wind. I was not an ant. I wa

Felt the air tickling me, so I closed my eyes and danced with all that is invisible to eyes. Thought I was flying. Thought I was breathing moondust. Thought I deserved the smile. Till I fell back to earth where the dust has never settled. Back to whe

Must be the monster writhing beside the tombstone. I hear scratches and screeches. I smell burning fear roasting in insecurities. It's a foggy midnight and the shadow is at her brightest. The darkness condenses inside the hole where the grave lies. F

On my grave, you can twirl. Dig the hole so deep that the hell can hear the shovel. An ebony coffin to reflect my darkened existence. Plant a rose on my grave, so that only a mad man can dance on it. Play the hymn and let the choirs celebrate on my f

I cannot bear it. I do not like them. They weep in a corner, abandon their needs, wallow in self-worth, and rarely grow the courage to love themself. When I sit with myself, I want to cut my skin and fly out of it. When I do not drown in what I consu

Like rhythm and blues, I want ripple in a deep dark ocean. May I know your depth? How hollow is your existence? Does it echo? Have you planted roots in your favourite colour? Have you wavered over night and day? Have you seen the crescent moon? Did y