Monday, September 5, 2016

Two A.M.

Its 2 am and I can see the stars shining.
Are you dreaming about me in your deep slumber?
'Cause I can't stop thinking of you & I.
It's 2 am & I miss you.

Its 2 am and the glorious moon rises.

Do you wish we were lying in your bedroom?
'Cause I can't forget those hot summer noons.
It's 2 am & I see you.

Its 2 am and few lonely clouds are gliding.

Will you ever tell me the secrets in your heart?
'Cause I can't wait to tell you all of mine.
It's 2 am & I love you.

Friday, June 3, 2016

Heal thy self

Healing is such an optimistic word. Carrying an aura of restitution and resolution - it seems like the most natural thing to do. But have you ever had to fix a broken leg? Well that seems like too massive an injury, let's go down to something as small as a cut or a scratch. Would you believe how long and how tediously your body works to fix it? How many new little cells are made just for that purpose and shipped all the way to where they are needed? 
Man is the only known animal with a conscious mind. Or so they say. With all this power and responsibility came the nuisance of thought. Don't get me wrong, thoughts are absolutely elevating! It's what is driving me to write this now, it's what pushed the geniuses of the centuries past to give us all the scientific development that we see. But what about the silly things? Silly things that are the essence of a man's life? The people you interact with or maybe the ones you don't. 
I believe one of man's greatest creation is language. To be able to formulate your thoughts into statements or instructions is a power we take for granted! Ever tried learning a language that has no common roots whatsoever to your first language? Gosh! The mystery and thus the beauty is simply enticing. But with these words came the form of language that hurts. The part of the world that says things they don't mean, worse that say things they do mean. I don't know what one would gain by deliberately causing pain, but I do know that our magnificent conscious mind holds on to it like a child holds onto his favorite blanket.
Man is intrinsically insecure. Most of us if not all. I don't need to get into how the media and the 21st century just exploits those insecurities helping it grow and probably reproduce too. We look for constant validation, purposefully and many times unintentionally. Is it really needed? To give so much control to someone or a group of someones who know only a side of you? You would like to think they are worrying about you and what you do but in reality they are troubled about what you are judging them for! 
Is this what the pety mind is about? Isn't the world larger than just us? Isn't productivity - social or personal - more monumental that something someone said or even simply assumed about you? 
Thoughts are funny creatures. Putting aside the seemingly judgemental eyes of the crowd and moving forward isn't as simple as it sounds - just like the repair of that gash on your knee. It takes work and time and eventually you will get there with only a scar to remind you of the initial insult and the lessons you learnt. Just don't give up because this alleviation, this path of recovery is yours. One day, you will realize that you need no one but only your own approval to live with yourself and that would be worth all the scars you carry.

Monday, April 18, 2016

Frozen Hour

For there is this moment,
this fraction of a second
When I'm with you,
when you're near me
that time simply freezes over.
The sun is paralysed at the horizon
and the stars play peek-a-boo
Only your lips curve into a smile,
And my hair swishes in the sea breeze.
Stay here with me,
For you're all I want to see.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Voices

There are so many voices
All inside my head. 
Screaming ad shouting. 
Soothing and caring. 

There are so many voices 
burying me under.
Suggesting and implying, 
Bargaining and coercing.

There are so many noises
All surrounding me.
I do not want to listen. 
I do not want to hear. 

There is not a sound at all, 
I drown in the quiet. 
Peacefully I float away
A place where I am alone.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Embers

The burning embers of the dried leaves always transported her back to another time. A happier time. A simpler, more beautiful time. A smile crept across her face as she breathed in the winterly smoke and slowly exhaled small puffs of heavenly clouds. She couldn't imagine how cold he must be feeling on the driver's seat of his bike. She nuzzled her nose into the middle of his back in an attempt to warm him up.

She got up and shut off her tele. Wonder whether I could get a heater for this room. She hadn't seen those sad droopy eyes for sometime now and she longed to slip her tiny fingers into his warm hands. I'm sure he is fast asleep under his blanket. She smiled thinking of him snoring with his mouth wide open.


The water was warm and she was just 1 of two girls at the shallow side of the dam. Rest them being half naked boys jumping in. He was terrified, would let go of her hand as she jumped from one slippery moss trotted rock to another. Grinning from ear to ear, she wished he would loosen up a bit. She stopped in ankle deep water and turned  to look up. The sky was the bluest she had ever seen and the sun was kind. But the most beautiful thing she saw... was that look in his eyes.


She waddled across her cold apartment to snuggle into her unmade bed. Found her dearest bear and smothered him. The soft breeze that made the tree shiver and the leave quiver got her dozing back to the times that she had been the happiest.