And I sat
to hear out
your tale
as you wailed,
of how bills
were streaming down
your mail.

To lighten up
your grumpy bumpy
mood.
I came up with
all things
black and blue.

And when
all was said and done,
here comes
a snoopy snap
with a
flashing smile,
that ran
from mile to mile

I pushed open
the window.
I drew the
curtains off.

The world
was full of
blunders.
Beyond those
metal walls.

I let a
deep sigh
and turned
away my gaze.

My world
of pen and paper
is better
than that maze.

I am
a misfit
in this world
of blue.
Thinking,
wondering
having no clue.
What if
I could just
unscrew.
These feelings
muddled up
in a brew.

If ever happiness
knocks at my door.
How will I
recognise?
The sound of delight.

Will it howl
like the blowing wind?
Or rustle as
the woods and trees?
Will it be
like splashing water?
Or the pelting rain,
on the window pane?

Maybe it will
just creep in silence.
Echoing in the
wells of silence.

Like an unsent letter,
I locked my feelings
in a drawer.
I wrote
all I could.
Afraid to
drop the note off.

When I fell in love
it was like being
on cloud nine.
But I fell a little
too hard.
The cloud was up and
I was not on guard.
Didn't think what if
my heart tumbles
down on the grass.
Will someone grab it
or clench it fast?
Had I thought so
maybe it could still love
like it had.

I couldn't stop
the tears
rolling down.
Neither I could
restrain my heart.
From diving off
to depths unknown,
where darkness
is all
it could have.

And somehow
we need to understand
that all things
will come to an end.
To pave way
for others.
Even the sun
has to set
to let the moon shine.

I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.

I still
keep wondering.
When was it
that I started
loving you
in these strange
unknown ways.
And that was
when I stopped
believing in
fairytales.

Maybe it will
maybe it won't.
It is something
that the
future beholds.
Maybe my heart
will once again
be whole.

Everything
could have been
so much
different.
If
we would have
still
been strangers.
The transformed
version of me
would never
have been in
existence.
I would have
remain oblivious
to so much
of pain.
My heart would
still be whole
ready to fall
again.

Like the
gust of wind.
I changed
my course.
Not being
what I was
anymore.
Just soaring high
not afraid
this time.
Cause I know
I have changed
this time.

No words
will ever be
enough.
To express
what goes on
in my head.
The thousand
storms.  
that rise and
fall.
While I lay
in the
dark.
Thinking
too hard
about all that’s
scarred.

There were things
I never
said aloud.
There were ways
that I didn’t
understand.
How people
could lose all
they ever had?
For the one
who wasn’t close
to stand.
But
as I looked
at my own cracks.
I could
just smile.
As it all
made sense.

Sometimes,
I feel happy
for reasons none.
An urge to run,
if stopped
by anyone.
Too stunned
that all be done.

I don't
feel afraid
of the dark.
I don't
get scared
of tripping
on the path.
I don't
think of
what lies ahead,
not anymore.
The darkness
is no longer
my foe.
We have
learnt
to dwell
as one soul.

At times I wonder.
Do you ever
think of me.
While gazing
at the stars.
When revisiting
the past.

Or am I
just
a memory.
Long lost,
forgotten.
Buried
deep down
in the shards
of time.

Life is so unpredictable. When you finally feel all is right, when you finally try to move on. Life is there again, set as a jigsaw puzzle. Some pieces just lying there, other hidden somewhere. And you have to set down again, trying to find the misplaced ones.

Our paths crossed,
a way many times.
But we had to meet only
when the time was right.
Slowly, not now,
we just sailed on.
Thinking not twice,
what lies beyond?
The voyage has just started
and we will sail through.
Fighting all odds,
against the pirates of the sea.
Hands held together,
will dive off.
To depths unknown
discovering
what lies beyond ?

Every shade
has its own place.
A role to play,
a message to display.

Without a word
all is said.
The stains
shout out
all that is their.

Holding a quill
I sat down to write.
I started to scribble
dripping ink
on the pile.

All I could write
was your name.
What words? What phrases?
could truly explain.
The way
I feel for
this person so strange.

Standing by my window
I hear
the wind passing by.
And all the melodies
that sweep along
entailing tales
from far and wide.

No hems can
block its passage.
No men can
halt its march.
It just whirls by
leaving a trail behind.

There is always a ray of hope
for everything to work
on its own.
The threads that
were all tangled
wounded up in a roll.

There is always a ray of hope
for good things
to peep from a hole.
All you need
is a bait
to grab it and hold.

I sit here,
under the night sky.
Gazing up with a sigh.
To try and imply,
What the stars signify?

Are they a storehouse
of mystery?
Trying to hide
their history.
Just too shy,
to entail their glory.

I sit here,
under the night sky.
Striving to comply.
To deduce what they say.
Waiting for a reply.

My heart just wanders away
to a place it knows not
searching for the unknown
trying to grab, hold on.

The mind suddenly jerks
blocking away the path,
the heart chose to cross
to unfold the hidden path.

Torn apart by both
which path to tread on
I sit here bewildered
thinking for too long.