Alone

Alone

It’s cold… so cold..and I’m all
by myself here in this large
yet empty room…it’s
spacious..yes..and beautifully
decorated..but that’s all there is to it…
just an expensive
and ridiculous replacement
for a family….

-says a child longing for his parents’ love and attention-

Express Yourself

Uninspired…Corrupted…
Preoccupied…Confused…Alone…

these are the words that hinder
most aspiring writers….writing is
an art – a form of self- expression,and lack of
inspiration, corruption,preoccupation, confusion,
and the state of solitude, block
one’s self from freely
expressing his feelings…

shopping spree

When others travel abroad they are excited about seeing new places…eating new dishes…experiencing new adventures…meeting new people…learning new languages…. (my list could actually go a long long way..) BUT ME? when i travel abroad..(which i always do with my family) I am excited for only one thing….SHOPPING….

a hundred colored choices

filling my sight in a glimpse;

so delicate, so soft, so elegant

touching you is what i want;

intricately and perfectly laid

choosing is difficult indeed.

i could pick one anyway

knowing you makes me wanna stay;

so close, so smooth, so sweet

touching makes me fall off my feet;

sophisticated and enchanted you are made

making up my mind as i persuade.

should it be the one i adore?

or just bear what my desire could be.

somehow, someway i need to pick

my heart bleeds feeling like I’m prick;

my mind is truly torn

deciding makes me forlorn.

I can’t make up and decide

seeing furious faces as they hide;

annoyed by million years undecided

messing up everything offered;

by angry ladies as they plea

from fickle – minded shoppers like me.

p.s.

i admit the general rule that every poet is a fool; but i guess every fool is not a poet….you see i would be a fool if i will not say there’s no other way to enjoy traveling than shopping; especially if your pocket is filled with extra bunch of cash…(that is..if you have..) well i guess you wouldn’t dare travel if in the first place you barely have ….or can you? .. would you?…

Mirthless Muse

I saw a lady. She’s got the looks. Shes’ got the clothes. She’s got the attitude. She’s got the style. Something is hidden; she covers it with a smile.  …nobody cares… no one sees inside…no one sees her tears…no one understands…nobody will ever see….Here’s for you….beautiful mirthless muse…

 

The flowers move as you sway;

the wind catches you to stay.

The bees trace your track;

trying to catch you back.

 

Your lovely that’s what they say;

your smile brightens their day.

Your scent makes them shiver;

as you walk down and ponder.

One day the flowers move no more;

the wind stood still colder.

The bees loses your track;

they don’t want you back.

You were sad and lonely;

your smile makes their day cloudy.

Your scent makes them grieve;

as you sat in deep bereave.

Maybe the gods cursed you today;

no, a hesitant bee say.

Maybe the devil works its way;

to make you forlorn lady.

P.s.

It’s not easy to live life sometimes and face the world with a smile. It takes a lot of courage to reach down inside yourself….BELIEVE….there’s always a rainbow after the rain and that, as everyday went by you will realize that LIFE as it is, is already the RAINBOW…the biggest silver lining of all…..You see, its up to you…Good luck!!!….may you find the biggest silver lining your searching…….

 

The “in betweens”

I am milion miles away from home. The distance is suffocating…deafening…exhilarating…this is nothing compared to the distance we’ve created even if we’re not million miles apart; the distance between our families…our friends…our siblings…our in laws..our neighbors…and often times the distance between the very person we claimed we love the most. Yes! This is the distance that we cannot measure..we cannot touch…we cannot see…BUT we can always bridge the gap…find a way..open an avenue…and maybe, yes, just maybe see a clearer view…

Between heaven and earth;
a story is unearth.
Between past and present;
a sailing is sent.
Between here and there;
a distance is clear.
Between a moment and forever;
a struggle so clear.

Sometimes heaven and earth met;
when a story is broken and lit.
Sometimes past and present collide;
when the sailing subside.
Sometimes here and there is near;
when the view is clearer.
Sometimes a moment and forever is eternity;
when the struggles become infinity.

So move heaven and earth boldly;
for your story to be told oddly.
So hold the past and present sincerely;
for your sailing to be done completely.
So break the here and there completely;
for your distance to be moved effortlessly.
So create a moment and forever lovingly;
for your struggles to be over definitely.

P.s
you see…its not that bad after all…its not even that hard…so find a way …fill in that hollows you’ve created..who knows it might be just the only way to complete the empty YOU…i just did…try it….