Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Free yourselves


Dear Wanderer,

Hi. I'm writing this letter to you to remind you that the world is much bigger than you think it is. You should be pleased, I would've screamed at you with snide gibberish. Yet, I kindly took the time out to trade tears and words in the hope of reaching out to as many as possible. I really hope that after you read this, it will leave a profound thought in your little fenced-up minds - to reflect. 

Yes, reflect about the world that you now live in. Is it not a tiny, sad and one-way street? It goes on and on in a single direction with nothing new around the make-belief corners. You pass the same windows and doors which opens to nothing but a dark, vacant room. Maybe if you're lucky you could find a spider or two. You look down at your feet, at the path beneath and the concrete blocks which are faded and worn. Who did that? You. You've been walking down the same path over and over again and you don't realize it, until you trip in the sunken ground that your repetitive stubbornness made.

My question to you is, why would you want to live a life of such narrowness? Yes, narrow is what I call it. But you don't really get it, do you? How many people could you walk with down your honorable street? 20? No. I presume 2, at most 3. And that would only do with some squeezing. You've got your lover and perhaps your dear parents to back you up. But that's it. Where are your multitude of friends? Even 3 friends is a multitude, you know. But sadly, you don't have any. You only hear throngs of footsteps but when you turn around, no one is behind you. 

I want you to see your own world, not from the path you traverse everyday, but from the large, spacious and curvy path at the opposite side - the real world. From the harsh, unfair and mean world, that is also filled with so much love. Can you see that? You have evaded the harsh love that could risk your everything, for the safe and secure love that offers nothing. At the end of every path is a junction. Small or big, you have the choice of making the same journey over and over again, repeating the same mistakes you were never aware of. Or you could open up and go for something bigger. It's never too late to stop, think and reflect. I want you to see the world as it is - enormous, colorful, sweet, loud, terrible, wonderful all packaged into one. Isn't it an amazing place? Before you get swallowed up by your own narrow-mindedness, look up and see that even the birds are enjoying it. It's time you do.

Best wishes, 
Her.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

The Broken Community

We are broken souls, meagre in might. All night and day we wait upon someone, a stranger perhaps, to mend our wounds within. Like hopeful beggars waiting on a willing heart. It only takes one person. Just that one mighty person, to heal our hurt. It also takes that one mighty person, to break us forever.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

The Solo Spectacle

The time will come when we learn to spread our wings fully. Those who love us will have to let us go, that we may fly and soar above the storms to survive the real world. It is a lonely, solo journey - to let go and watch those we love turning their backs on us, walking further into the ponderous reality. We worry, but when the time comes, it comes and all we can do is to loosen the grip. Because we love them, we let them go. Because love fulfills all the commandments.

Friday, November 19, 2010

The would've-been lovers of yesterday

Dark skies shadowed with the winter winds
Looking up at the scrawny branches I can see the other side
Where my heart pays a visit everytime
After a tiring week 7 minutes from this place
Is everything I need for a perfect start to the weekend
When the scarce sunlight shines on my cheek
I close my eyes and hear the promising whispers of tomorrow.

*

When you started the war a few years back
I solidly climbed to the top and dominated you and your armies
I declared myself champion and moved ahead confidently
But until today your strategies stuck in my mind
Like thunderbolts leaving scars on trees
You dropped your weapon and retreated
Leaving sandy traces of your defeat in my path
The winner is you -
Whom I've fallen in love with amidst the chaos
Your beautiful and turbulent chaos
Growing inside me as I continue fighting the war alone.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Window sepia

There is hope in the falling leaves and a new day lies in wait beyond the dimmed sky if only we just stop and set our senses free we can actually see light in the right window that was always in front of us waiting to shine in. 

Friday, October 15, 2010

Moonlight hunger

Carry me to the sunless moon
On a hitchhiker's mystical trail
Along the forbidden milky way
Only to find it isn't so white anymore

Which reminds us of the autumn so many years ago
When we waited for the last leaf to fall
So you and I we could
Count the branches and scrape at final chances
What I'd pay to walk back the seasons
Wasting hours accompanied by the faraway stars
That seemed so beautifully and purposefully broken
How you'd stand on tiptoes to grab a handful for me
How they'd glimmer in my hands then fade out
There was comfort in their ashes
We would blow them on rocky cliffs
Sending our midnight pleasures across town
For all to see and all to feel

The way we went to Mars and returned too soon
The fire was furious we nearly missed the flight
Our pulse caught up with the universe
Too quick for sane counts
Which reminds us of that autumn so many years ago
When we waited for the last train to pass
So you and I we could
Pretend in the corners of our hearts
What it'd be like to leave the rivers and oceans
That were so full of hunger and demand
What I'd do to walk back the seconds
Wasting hours accompanied by the moonlight.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Of Hope

















And after sometime
When things seem to be smooth and at peace
When the echoes of our footsteps cannot be heard
They leave, one by one
To the one place that they belong to
Along with the birds and the wind
They take away the familiarity they provided
Leaving I alone, to wait my turn
I hope to be with them again
To feel the same sense of belonging
And if you love me, you will see to that.

Sealed with the hope that my name brings, I shall wait.

Friday, September 17, 2010

The Wildfire Below


All emotions are beautiful. They run in the heart of the fire, going as quickly as they come. The heat and glow reflects the severity. Often are they so deceivingly pretty to look at. And the smoke, oh... the black smoke.


Friday, September 10, 2010

Her wait

She met him once, quite some time ago
When the sun was still down
He held her hand and they crossed the
Busy night street with some friends with
Foreign unmarked faces and
The night lights were a blur she could only
Vividly recall his black polo T and got a whiff of
What was to unfold in the distant future
They were safe on the other side and her heart
Was madly thumping with giddy love
A little like vodka in a huge gulp she turned to
Catch a glimpse of her soul mate yes
She knew he was the one she just knew but
Was frantic when he vanished and left her standing
Staring into the darkened background staring
At the unfinished subconscious reverie
Panic soothed when she remembered
His grip on her so strong and sure
She knew he would come back to
Cross roads with her once more and
To make a path of stones and pebbles that
Belongs only to him and her and
The bitter and sweet things they
Would come to share and build, together.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

The Important Reminder

That it's alright to miss the green light. That letting people cut queues isn't a big deal. That we shouldn't judge people when we first lay eyes on them. Or even the second time. That embarrassing ordeals are part of the light side. That it doesn't hurt to smile. Even when we're wrecked inside. That allowing people to think they're right isn't going to rob us from our beliefs. That by having a bad hair day doesn't mean we're going to have a bad day. That sometimes we don't have to give a damn about the more fortunate, or for that matter the less fortunate. That having a good night's rest is the solution to our daily problems. That you are far better than how you perceive yourself to be. That comparison with others is not obligatory, nor necessary. That there is a whole lot more our there waiting to be discovered. That there is no need to hold yourself back. Sometimes uncontrollable is what makes us real, as well as the world that we live in.

Accept the importance of reminding yourself to live in the moment. The rest of this list is for you to make up and remember what you once thought was important, but forgot.


Monday, May 31, 2010

Snow in May

Dandelions floating in the sky
Little boys running in summer shoes
I caught a glimpse of the catcher in the rye
In my mind the wait of tomorrow echoes
In their flight the birds cheerfully cry
I sent to them my worries and woes
Yet the sins of June still come by.

*

Pretty Snow of May
How I'd love to see you stay
Will you dance around me tomorrow like you did today?

Saturday, May 29, 2010

The Fading Lights

You know, if I read your words over and over again, they become random letters with no meaning. So when I think of you I wouldn't be haunted by what we cannot change - the possibility of us being happy together.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Another Story

- Wow. You really amaze me.

*

- Because you are the only exception.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The small picture within the bigger one


The words that come out of your mouth
Are bullets to my thoughts
I don't want to judge, but my tolerance has it's limits
Why betray my trust for such foolish things in life?
You have exceeded me in all
But you say things which you don't mean
Untruthful, spiteful things
And do things for your own selfish benefit
Considering only for yourself and leaving me behind
Shocked, because I never expected any of this
In awe, because you can do it without remorse
Disappointment, because I regarded you well
Sadness, because you can still smile at me and lie.
Anger has yet to be fully provoked. For now.

I want you to know that I am not here to play the rat race
Everything you desire, you can have them
I am here to lend a hand in times of need
Regard me as a friend, not a competitor, not an obstruction.
Now is the time of our lives
You should really see the bigger picture
And forget about the small little things that can make you trip
I hope you realize this soon enough.
But in case you fall, I'd still be here to pull you back up -
My friend.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Dancing Daisies


Fields of innocence and purity
Arriving alongside spring
I take in the dainty figures
Nodding their pretty heads as I walk by
I smile inside - solemn fondness, exchanging greetings
And give thanks for these little beautiful things
Wonderful world we live in, actually.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Victory for all?

When motives turn down the wrong path
And the people's priority is put to second place
The world loses it's colorful splendor
To bring down or be brought down
Remains as the only sane and necessary choice
One side celebrates, the other weeps for the dead
Unless we continue pretending that everything is fine
The things we treasure and the ones we love
Will appear twisted and contorted
Our memory being the only thing left that is upright
Albeit recalled in the naked black and white truth.

It is - the only victory that deserves applause.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Painter's Gift

Remember this painting of the starry night. It was your first class ticket to me. The wrong choice may have been made, but I ain't grieving over it. It was and still is my favorite painting.

[The Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh - ain't it just so lovely?]

Friday, April 16, 2010

Venir - An Invitation

Come travel the miles to see me
Come as a lover, a friend or a foe
You decide - I don't care
Because I need a shoulder to lie my heavy head on
I'm tired
And I'll only find rest when you bring it to me.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

The world sees through a fool's vow

From this moment on there is only me
I will shred all memories of you into wisps of nothingness
I will scroll through my contacts without remembering your name
I will watch movies feeling excited if there's only popcorn to keep me company
I will have dinner and be contented eating alone
I will sleep and be happy to have the whole bed to myself
I will look at the morning sky without thinking what's for our breakfast
I will gaze at the flying star and not make any happily ever after wishes
I will look at at my reflection and not see us

Because now there is no more you. And I am free.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

The radio in my heart



Our past conversations are the channels that air at night before I fall asleep
And your voice is the perfect frequency, my midnight lullaby.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Oh, March



This month belongs to you.

noh ssiw.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Tough luck

I woke up one morning and realized that I ran out of luck a long, long time ago. Now I'm just gonna push my way through with an empty, abandoned feeling. No more regret, no more blame. It's just between me and my ignorant determination to continue taking the walk ahead.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Boy In The Striped Pajamas

What. A. Terrific. Read.

A story so simple yet powerfully engaging. It tells about the innocent friendship between two young boys developed over a fence, and how the Holocaust impacts their lives and that of their loved ones.

In the movie adaptation, the roles of Bruno and Shmuel are wonderfully played by newcomers Asa Butterfield and Jack Scanlon respectively.


Friday, January 29, 2010

We dream

When our dreams get the better of us
We find out who we are not
Scorn and misjudgment
Blight our perception
Blinding us from what really matters.

As long as we can still distinguish the real and the fake, we can go on dreaming.

The thing that is really bothering is that some of us never wake up in time
Staying trapped in our own abysmal oblivion.


Monday, January 11, 2010

Dawn Un-coloured

And when it finally hit us
The blow so strong we fall
Together with all that we've been holding onto
Into our own manic, mindless states
We ask - How?
Nothing comes without warning
This we always forget and let pass
Realization comes with desire
A habitual thing - to rewind and go back
Always to go back
But by now it should've dawned on us
That there are no shortcuts
No U-turns
For this we often weep
Silently or out loud
The tears still stain.