Wednesday, May 20, 2009
A Short Trip and Back
On the eve of departure with an irregular heart,
Sleeplessly back and forth I rolled on the bed I'd part.
Excitement consumed in emptiness inside a weathered soul,
I realised, alas I do, the memories that I do not forgo.
Like every other eve, as the beginning of an end,
A dying page of a happy tale, one I wish I can mend.
However long the escape, never it is an extrication,
For I think therefore I am, one day a ghost on emancipation.
Sleeplessly back and forth I rolled on the bed I'd part.
Excitement consumed in emptiness inside a weathered soul,
I realised, alas I do, the memories that I do not forgo.
Like every other eve, as the beginning of an end,
A dying page of a happy tale, one I wish I can mend.
However long the escape, never it is an extrication,
For I think therefore I am, one day a ghost on emancipation.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Island
Stranded from the darkness of past and future,
At an eternal instant, heart to heart we stand.
Sheltered by a bubble that never seem to burst,
Among all things denied, a certain that we can't.
Alone in our universe among all universes,
The closest relatedness forgives all that pain.
Umpteen weeks, months, years of curses,
Insignificant as they are, for nothing has ever changed.
At an eternal instant, heart to heart we stand.
Sheltered by a bubble that never seem to burst,
Among all things denied, a certain that we can't.
Alone in our universe among all universes,
The closest relatedness forgives all that pain.
Umpteen weeks, months, years of curses,
Insignificant as they are, for nothing has ever changed.
