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 Mar 2014 Et cetera
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 Mar 2014 Et cetera
i
there is nothing prettier
than a city at 5 am
with its empty streets and
cold wind.
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 Mar 2014 Et cetera
PrttyBrd
In the chaos of the mind
On any given day
Can be found two things
Disjointed pieces of self, and
A kaleidoscope of beautiful fragments
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It's a beautiful day.

If you can,
step outside,
close your eyes,
Take a moment.
Breathe.

Now,
With your eyes still closed,
Point your face to the Sun
And smile.

Take it in
Breathe again.
Do you feel something?
A tingling warmth?
Yes? Good.

That is what it feels like to really be alive.
And on this day
This moment
Was made just for you!
From the forthcoming book "Letters to Anonymous"
 Mar 2014 Et cetera
MalaiDaisies
The sky an empty hue
Words with no voice
The giant wheel that spins
And i go on.

The walk with no end
Flowers wilt
The kingdoms that fall
And i go on.

The touch that should mean
Laughter dies
The mask that desecrates
But i still
Go On.
 Mar 2014 Et cetera
MalaiDaisies
Every silent morning
Gazing with warm eyes
From the cold, hard mirror
Is my image.

But when night falls,
That image disappears.
Gone with the wind
Away.

Do I cease to exist?
Why can't I see that person anymore?
Am I just
An illusion?
 Mar 2014 Et cetera
MalaiDaisies
Behind this curtain,
This curtain that partitions,
Is there somebody?
Someone for me.

This separation,
It engulfs me, tears me apart.
Walking the path,
Of a lonely heart.
Deserted. Just me.

But,
This burden of mine,
This plague of loneliness
I can carry it myself.

Yet,
In this city,
This city filled with unrequited love,
Broken promises and fluttering hope,
Is there someone that breathes my breath?

Someone who breathes with me?
Because life is not black and white. It's a constant struggle between hope and despair. And I wonder whether there is that 'someone' who will dispel that loneliness.
 Mar 2014 Et cetera
MalaiDaisies
I remember your eyes,
Shimmering in the moonlight.
Molten Gold almost,
Brighter than liquid sunshine.
Your smile that enraptured,
The Universe.
Unaffected, innocent,
Complete with the promise
Of young life.

Destroyed along the way,
Soundlessly with a silent power.
Leaving you empty,
Bereft of the warmth.
Your eyes now,
A shroud of The Past.
Shriveled up,
Spheres that won't last.
A hollow image of what was.

And I, am in mourning.
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