Monday 26 October 2015

Moonlight Beams

Had a dream last night about this place
a wide paved road leading up to a hill
silhouettes of trees often mistaken for shapes
with the bright moon beams glistening...

I found myself walking outside
along the road until it led to a dead end
the cold didn't seem to bother me nor my bare hands
for I knew I wasn't alone
even if I was talking to the moon...

Few lights across the mountain brightly lit
I looked up to the sky to see Orion's belt and the Pleiades star cluster
I stared up into the sky for a long time
However, I didn't end up seeing the shooting star!

Every bright moon has a dark side
Just as my skeleton came out from the hideout
I chose one particular heart to enclose it
For I too will be the keeper of your sagas...

They say that when you mess with love
You mess with the truth
This sudden explosion to chase shadows at night
through the starry eyes of comfort
Brought immense beauty to the moon beams...

Therefore, I chose to live in the moment of this lucid dream.

Tuesday 6 October 2015

12

It's funny how people cross paths
I believe it all happens for a reason
Whether we met and will meet
Everything seems to be for à reason
Reasons that even the heart does not know 
But it sure makes one feel it's right
Atleast for the moment

As 12 years is no joke for estranged relationships
Not much of a writer Im guessing
But surely could listen on for hours
An old Nokia phone was all it took
And a cassette of recorded romantic songs
Letters were exchanged
Memories don't really serve me best
Walking amongst the pines with endless nervous conversations..

You accept things that you cannot change
For years have passed and life has moved on
Bringing forth something we must learn
That no matter the missing years we still remained the same
Like a comet pulled from its orbit
People come into our lives
But who can say if I've changed for the better?

And we may never met again
Would another 12 years would be a lifetime?
Whatever way our stories end
I know there is more love than hatred
More compassion and kindness
More helping hand than ignorance
And enough friendship to last a lifetime...

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