Friday, February 20, 2009

Speck of light

I am just a star in your sky
Watching over you as you cry
To all your words I will reply
For all your commands I will comply

A lonely little speck of light
Unnoticed in the blackness of night
Insignificant against the moon so bright
Rarely caught in a telescopic sight

Sorted into a constellation
Of stars floating in an ocean
A trivial god of a far off civilization
Just longing for some recognition

Waiting shyly so far away
Wishing you were mine everyday
Drifting so slowly in the Milky way
Hoping you will meet me halfway

Flying to a far away black hole
With all my love and my soul
Crying for you to take control
Converge with my core and make me whole

Thursday, February 12, 2009

02

Those eyes. Beautiful. Amazing. Wonderful. Intriguing.
They Reminded him of his love. They painted pictures of the future in his head. They brought memories of a nearly forgotten past. They triggered a whole new set of dreams.
She smiled. His heart skipped a beat. She looked at him right in the eye. His whole body froze.
He felt that he couldn't do anything. Perfectly and utterly helpless. As if all he could do would mean nothing.
But he was sure he would do everything he could. Because right now the little girl in his hand meant everything.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

01

Patiently he waited. Pacing to and fro. A little smile on his face. Signs of worry in his movements. A sense of pride taking hold of him in an untimely manner.
He was afraid and happy. Concerned and proud.
Every sound was inaudible. Every movement was inconsistent. Except of the children around him. They made him nervous.
They made him feel something he had never felt before.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

At The End Of The Day

At the end of the day it's just me
And the cruelty of my life
With reality slapping my face yelling weeee!
Heaving me into all this strife

Whispers of fantasy echoing through my head
While all that's left is whipped away
Showing me sad shades of red
Leaving me to struggle just one more day

At the end of the day it's just me
And the brutality of this world
Robbing me away of all that is free
Leaving me with nothing but words

Like a juggling joker juggling in my mind
I am playing with my own words
Going through a heap to find
Nothing but the right words

At the end of the day it's just me
And the recurrence of routines
It's like living in a sea
With nothing but machines

Sunday, February 1, 2009

the road

You are driving alone on a lonely road. It's dark. The headlights staring at the empty road has an eerie affect. But you can't see ahead. Just a few meters. Then, darkness.
You don't no where you are headed. Or where you are coming from.
Suddenly you see someone on the road. Right in front. You react in a split second. Slamming the brake as hard as you can. You almost skid off the road. Your heart is beating irregularly fast. You are panting.
Whoever it was, he is gone. Nowhere in sight. Did you really see someone? Or was it just imagination.
You are still breathing fast. Heart still beating irregularly. And you couldn't think. Get yourself to move on. You are inevitably stuck. You don't know why. You just don't know. There is no sense in going back and you can't move forward.