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My years

For years
there has been a lot of tossing
guessing.. finding, keeping and losing
beating myself up and crying
then going over and over again
looking but not really looking
so it doesn't appear like am desperate

As years went on
people started saying
that I was looking for a Mr. right
and that just wasn't right
saying that that kind of man doesn't come by
it seemed like a crime to want something more
someone to fulfill a certain kind of craving
a special kind of loving.. peace and understanding
amid the haste of the world
but I believed that he was out there

But as the years went on
I bump into him
an angel... an angel...
because only an angel
would
breathe sanity in the danger of war
rain warmth in the solitude of imprisonment
shine trust in the agony of torture
and love love and love in the incidence of faults
I hope am not dreaming or going crazy
because amid these cruel happenings of the world
I feel like you came in
just as the rains drenched my soul
and saved me

As years went on
Thought I had seen…

I thought that love wears out

I thought that love wears out
I totally believed it did
played like a game
used like a rag
left, right and center
for a limited time
then thrown away
till i saw this old couple
tickling and giggling
flirting and kissing
and still.......
after 65 years
finishing each others sentences

I thought that love wears out
I honestly believed it did
with lies told
and secrets kept
and hearts with no shame,
of dragging someone along
for a limited time
then thrown away
till i saw this old couple
holding and hugging
flirting and kissing
side by side
rocking
sailing
and still........
after 65 years
finishing each others sentences

I thought that love wears out
I could argue it did
till i met this old couple
till he introduced her as
"the love of my life"
"the significance of peace and all that is right"
till she said
"after 65 years, it is still his heart and soul that is my home"

I thought that love wears out
till I saw this old couple

Something

There is something about you
something
I am trying to figure it out
something that confuses my mind
my heart and my soul
something that lights a spark of perfection
fine art and beauty

There is something about you
something
I am hating to love
The way this thing draws me to you
The way this thing makes me crave for your attention
your touch, your kiss and your tender love

There is something about you
something
more captivating than a reverie
more intoxicating than a drug
more confusing than witchcraft
something
just something
I am still trying to figure it out

The rose among thorns

I have met people in this land
those who inspire
those who challange
those who build
those who move mountains day and night
and those who do so much with their hearts and actions
and speak nothing about their deeds

I have met people in this world
men and women
who use song and dance
paint and brush
wood and stone
thread and needle
pen and paper
lens and shutter
to teach
to inspire
to move hearts and touch souls
I have seen them humble their pride
and speak nothing about their deeds

I have met people here and there
I have sat down with them
I have listened
I have learnt
and I have been moved to tears
I have pondered and wondered
how small roses like so
have hearts the size of an elephant!
And still speak nothing.......
about their deeds

The rose among thorns!

Capture this!

I travelled to a world my mother could only dream of
so I set off to the fields
just as she had asked
and I saw it
beauty in its unborn element
fresh and pure
radience
fine white beauty
cacooned in small cotton cold crystal like flakes
what they call
snow

This world my mother dreamt of
this land and atmosphere
that experienced
a kind of heavenly descent
falling just falling
gently so gently
white
light
soft
cold
flakes
so beautiful words cannot justify
snow

For days I watched in wonder
the snowfall that gave birth to snowfields
the treetops that glistened in their white puffy coats
the snowballs thrown by day
the snowmen guarding by night
the skiing
the sleigh rides
all in enjoyment of what they call
snow

I spread my arms
and inhaled the beauty
took it in for my organs to feel
should a time come for me to tell
then every part of me shoud help me describe
this cold beauty my eyes witnessed
snow

I took a picture
for my mother to see
hoping that she would capture the beauty
that she could only see in her dreams
snow