The beginning
for us was rough.
I've pondered
times aplenty
if my choices were
right.
Well, looking at us now.
I'd say it was.

You weren't perfect.
Perfectly pretty or
perfectly kind,
But then again, nor am I.
You are just, simply,
who you're meant to be.
And that's perfect enough
for me.

My purpose to rise
every morn, became just
to see your voice;
hear your touch;
feel your laugh —
to be ever present besides.

Values in dissent
is never an indication
for whether we are
— evermore —
fated.
We'll only lose
if always we seek
Perfection.
a fantasy
from one another.

We oft neglect
that which shines above.
We are blinded instead
our focus; shrouded
Fret not
For here I am.
Look -
I am yours

'Twas another evening of delight
Of random spur across the parapet.
The chill in the air
so thick he could smell it.
It seeped and sapped
his strength.
The carriage drove on
Regardless
For the journey
cannot be undone.

An excitement, yet indifference —
a contradiction that consists him.
Familiar face abounds
as he neared—he arrived.
Among strangers
amidst nervous delude
Time spent its motion
He met her once
Drunk
on her own emancipation.

Finally
The world faded away
The two clung onto the other
For a moment, inseparable
An instant of pleasure
Innocent passion
Basked in youthful dreams —
fantasies.
It was then, he tasted
Another locket
of roses
It was then, he knew
His fate
was sealed.

I am but a man, a man like you –
Living every single day, a day anew.
Alas! I could not find, a find so fine –
I opt to belt a path of my own design.

I crave to live deliberately, free from my kind –
They who kept me tied, like a ball of twine.
Hence, I live, hither live alone –
A wooden cabin, built on my own.

In a brown, hard bed, made of twigs and hay –
A plain, old man; there I go and lay.
Here, I think and think again!
About what it is, I seek to comprehend.

Beneath the sky, a sky so wide –
I lie and sigh; the laden pond, beside.
With a sloth in body, an owl in mind –
I explore unfettered and divined.

A time in the woods, while basked by the sun –
In pursuit of a truth, attained by none.
The rousing clouds, the glowing gleams of sheen –
Lo and behold! A lovely damsel in between.

Whence I look, look upon her figure –
Thence I smile, as she were upon her nature.
But a lucid dream is what it seems to be –
Forevermore, drowned in reverie.

For What I Seek, I find reclusive;
And Where It Lies, remains elusive.
So, I’ll think, and think, and think some more!
Until I find what it is, I am looking for.

Sparks of fire, up in the sky
As people watch, heads up high
The momentary beauty that's fleeting by
Amazed and stunned, with wonder in their eyes.
Glad and merry, they said "Hi,"
A moment later, they bid goodbye.
How sad and lonely, a life short-lived
All those years spent, the blood and tears,
life and death, both swift.

I've spoken of death several times before.
I've imagined the feeling countless times more.
Yet no matter how much I think of what it would feel like.
Its sudden - unpredictable - declaration of presence,
shook my very core.
It feels surreal. Unreal.
That who was once a person yearning to feel,
is now gone.
My dear friend - a brother;
What was a meeting set in years - now a lifetime.
May it not be eternal.

There she was,
facing a group of people no better
than strangers.
In a room filled with noise
and disturbance,
amidst the cold aura of the spectrum.
She stood: pondering.
In the brief span of a millisecond,
she thought up an answer to the
question presented to her.
She smiles.

She scans the room.
And for some inexplicable reason,
a coincidence;
In fact - nothing more than a whim of chance;
She met my eyes.

Instantaneous - it was.
It look less than a fleeting second - our gaze.
Yet, to me, that memory remains an eternity.
It took less than a fleeting second - for her
to shake my stagnant heart, my deadpan soul,
my enfeebled spirit.
It took nothing more than a smile,
to make my heart beat again.

Some may shed streaming flower of rivers upon venturing uncharted places;
but Not I.

Some may laugh at the face of the unknown, and bravely face it head on, smiling all the while;
but Not I.

Some would break their bones, grind their teeth, and shatter their minds through the spectrum for that condescending god-like existence.
But Not I.

Some would dream basked in sunlight, living their lives freely and without plight; Not I.

No.

The one who merely passes through, pretending to be anything and everything. Living aimlessly and uncaring.
That, is my truth.

Here I am, in the middle of the night.
The wind, cold; the room, silent.
My eyes, blinded by the white light,
reading words that formed images of the past.

Words that I wrote.
Memories that I sought.
Sought I did, not to forget.
but to remember.

It was painful. Once.
But not anymore. No longer.
Now I smile, upon the beauty of naivety. Immaturity.
But most of all:
Love.

Words built upon childish love.
The little kid who thought,
he knew Pure Love.
But it was merely a whim.
A desire.
A choice.

He dove head-on,
without knowing anything at all.
And that he did, and he was
full of joy.

That's why he did not cry.
He did not even try.
He only felt cold. Empty.
Because he knew he lost something.
Something he held dearly.

And so, I lingered. 'Till now.
It's time to formally close that chapter.
And for new memories,
I shall wander.

The hall drowns with laughter and romance,
As couples sway together and dance.
Some sits aside, staring enviously,
Thinking how frivolous it can be.
Some laugh and shout instead,
Imagining they're dancing too, but only in their head.
Yet no matter how much corny it may seem.
Dancing with someone you like, is an attainable dream.

All I felt this Valentine's day is the cold of the night,
The sheer chill of the wind,
and the whiplash of my momentum as I travel down the road,
Speeding towards somewhere.

And I arrived, finally.
Here; nowhere.
Whereas, all I saw was the damnation of lives--death.
Men killing each other mercilessly,
driven by vengeance,
Wreaking havoc everywhere.
These clash ends in bitter regret.
And I do nothing else but shed an invisible tear,
Feeling sorry-at everything, at myself.

The plans, the concepts, the ideas, the images-gone.
The flowers I sought, the words I wrote.
Everything I wrought--all for naught.
I could not see its worth.
The anticipation I felt, the excitement I desired-was, in the end, not met.
I am left unfulfilled.

This feeling of sadness, of sorrow.
All because I couldn't settle.
All I got this day is a feeling of bitterness.
A taste of something I'll soon remember forever.

How disappointing it is this Valentine's day.
How disappointing it is for me to live everyday.

I am stuck; here, outside.
No one's home to open the doors,
Plus I'm tired, lonely and coarse.
The insects are swarming me,
They won't leave,
For I am food in their eyes,
Exposed and out of place.

I keep on retaliating, consistently,
But there seems to be no end to my misery.
I'm tired of waiting; I hit the doors,
Knowing no one will answer - I pound some more.
Begging, crying; someone please open the doors.

I write for nothing,
I write because of no one,
I write, simply, because I think.
My words are just thoughts expressed in humanly words.
These random, confusing thoughts;
I do not understand.
So I put it in paper,
Hoping one day, someday,
someone out there,
Might.

The heart of one sublimates,
The solid love of youth,
It turns to air - thin and gone.
Reckless to refute.

All those years - turned away,
As if it never was.
The wasteful love, sublimates.
Gone as air but there.

Your smile is like a butterfly
with wings of different colors,
Your laugh; bright and ever-changing,
Your skin--soft as cotton and smooth as silk,
And as I caress your head like that of a baby's,
With your head lying on my arms,
I could feel my heart beating all the while.
And all I could think of was how beautiful you are.
And if yours was beating as hard as mine.
With future worries no longer in mind.
My mind is trapped in this moment in time,
Wishing it could last forever,
With no end, for all eternity.

Here I am again,
At the road I've walked a million times before,
But never appreciated its splendour, until someone showed me how.
I look down at the pavement; at the brown, greeny soil.
I watch as one foot steps in front of the other,
A never ending cycle,
One falls back; the other jumps forward.
Always.

I lift my head up high,
Looking at the wide blue sky
I see the birds that fly by,
Seeming as free as the water's tide,
And the Sun's shine that grazes my eyes.
I bow, and I smile.

I look at everything that surrounds me,
The row of trees that show my way.
The leaves that rustle as the wind blows hard,
The people that smile when your paths cross.
I continue onward - forward.  
And as I have walked the road I've walked a million times before,
Here I am. I am home.

When you're hurt by someone,
You lose sight of who you are,
You see the world as a coaster that's bringing you down.
You mistake every good thing as something painful.
Your sight becomes narrow,
You grow bitter and old.
You forget that you are someone beautiful and kind.
When this happens,
The world becomes lesser than it already is.
For your heart is lost, nowhere to be felt.

As the stars on the dark sky shines,
The ground stars sparkles in kind.
With no moon on both sides,
Its place in the middle of it all,
Looking at the two scapes visible to its eyes.
Deciding whether to stay or go back,
To a place where he is adored and looks upon,
But ever alone -- torn in pieces.
Or a place where friends and stranger alike greet his presence with love.
His mind is in peril. Still he decides.

I don't drink, this is why:
They all tell me that it is fine,
That I'll like it and have some fun.
Well the truth is - I do not want to,
To lose control of myself,
When even now - sober - I have none.
"Just a sip" is where it starts.
That is when, you can't say no to another.
Until next time, you'll be drinking a whole lot more.
I don't drink, that is why.

Because of what I've done,
I've lost you, you who is the most important of all,
I tried to give what I could not,
A life better than mine,
A love that grew dull -- promises that I broke.
I found you because of a mistake,
And for the very same reason,
I lost you, you who is the most dearest of all.
But there's a truth that I've forgotten,
Rather ignored - the irrevocable truth,
How can I say that I've lost you when you were never mine.
Because It was not me that you loved.
It's my words that got your attention,
Not my heart that's been a beggar for your love.
It pains me to say,
That I lost you, you who is the captor of my soul.

When your greed takes over,
Your desires and cravings become unbearable,
And your choices become stained by  the mistakes you made.
You lose your will to the devil,
And to him, you kneel.
Surrendering your pure soul over.
And your bourne destroyed forever.

Piece of advice; a slice will suffice.