Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Not now, not ever.

Why do you do this to me so easily?
Why can't I do the same to you?

Unravelling truth

I would be who I really am to scare the hell out of the world.
But that would mean declaring to the world that I've gone completely insane.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

And I'm tired.

They say people look to death when they run out of choices. But where would you run if death was no longer an option? Where would you hide if fear stood in your path at every step of life?

If every step you move is resisted by fear, then time freezes and fingers grow cold and wrinkled.

They say people look to death when they run out of choices. But sometimes, death finds you especially when you lose yourself in fear.

Monday, March 22, 2010

The west blew me away

You realise it's not as easy as it seems when all hell breaks loose on you.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Drained of energy

It felt like gravity swept me off my own feet when I tried telling you that heaven took the simplest of my energy and turned it into something so difficult to breathe in again. So why is it so difficult to tell the truth and not be afraid to let go of the future? Why is it so difficult to admit that you're clinging on not to hope like we're supposed to, but to fear and an alternative that becomes mandatory if you ever want to live again? Why is it so difficult to promise a bird with broken wings, that he will taste the sky again?

Sometimes people say things not to genuinely help whoever's in need, but to let that person know that they want to help.
But sometimes, it gets too late, and true colours reveal themselves.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

I spent all day watching

She told herself she'd forget everything by transforming and reshaping her spirit.
So she flew in circles, and spread her wings out, changing into a bird. She stared into the eyes of deceiving emblems, and symbols of freedom embraced through action. She smelled the wind brush past her bodily grace, and danced above the sun in the endless purple skies.

But even that grace spelt something. It spelt words she'd been wanting to forget all along.
And as simplistic, unimportant creatures fluttered around her writing words in the sky, her conscience wrote the very words she was always pretentious about, but really just always wanted to hear.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Take the wheel

They've been telling you to be yourself, even when you don't know who you are.

I think you don't know who you are because you can be exactly what you want to be.

I think it's up to you to create who you are.

Eyes like windows

I would change the world for you if I could. But you need to see it for yourself.
See the rain falling down from the stars we stopped marvelling at once childhood said goodbye.
See the moon bright and silver for a reason which apparently isn't so cold after all.
See the mechanical smiles hiding misery behind themselves.
See the people working away in pursuit of happiness.
See the world mirroring each other, because they're all they've got.
See the sun shining to keep them going, but sometimes making them stop and sweat.
See the eyes searching for true love because they're too blind to recognise it on their own.
See the streets filled with cars willing to stop at traffic lights they never knew, and never willing to stop for beggars they don't want to know.
See the stars for what they're worth, because you know there's a reason why people like stars so much.
See yourself and who you've become and why you're who you are.
See me, and how I'm no different than who you are.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

They look for reasons

Once upon a time, I thought I was put on this earth to save you.
Time chanced upon my life many times, but changed just one thing.
I realised that I was put on this earth simply to cherish your existence.
I realised that I was born to be a dull piece of furniture in your life when you decide to move.
I realised that I exist to help you get through cold nights when the clock is broken.
I realised that I hang on to every word you utter, because it shoots me right in the heart.
But I also realised, that there's someone who does the exact same for me.
They say there's got to be a reason why we're here. They say its larger than life, it's to live for the world.
As far as I know, living for you becomes living for the world.
You are my world.

Friday, March 12, 2010


I'm not asking for a perfect you.
Because everytime I look at you, it's like a moderate breeze, a wind that caresses your cheek which could possibly blow you away, or shatter your fragile self into a million pieces.

I'm not asking for you to change.
Because if who you want to be is someone you're not, it means you need to believe in who you want to be. Otherwise, who you want to be essentially doesn't exist.

I'm not asking for a hero.
Because sometimes even heroes have broken wings.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

I'd do it for love.

Well I've met people who don't recognise love when it's right in front of them.

But I've met others who doubt love at every step of the way, even till their image and bodies change over the years. What they don't realise is that the heart remains the same no matter how much everything else changes.

So if you tell me that love doesn't last forever, I'd tell you lasts a lifetime and so much more.
If you try to make dreams seem superficial, I'd tell you you're a liar and prove you wrong.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The Greek Gods would know

I got drowned in my thoughts which flooded the shores we called home, because I never thought I'd be able to swim.
I got drowned in the thoughts like a black whirlpool, maybe just because I never opened my eyes and absored any light.
I got drowned in fantasies I told myself weren't real, when they were dreams everyone else had already accomplished.
And I got drowned thinking there's no end to sorrow, when happiness was flooding the shores where she lay, still like the second hand on the clock had stopped moving for all eternity.

Monday, March 8, 2010

The door was locked

There's a difference between living and breathing.

Because you saw the sun, and heard the wind whisper.
You sang the words, and played the beat on the drums.
You walked the mile, and watched the journey.
You carried the weight, and cried the tears.
You uttered the phrases, and bowed down somehow.
You had the dream, and walked right out of it.

But you never really felt any of it.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Trivial Joys

I said:
"Dude, don't over analyse life."
You replied:
"Talk to the mind, cos the human ain't listening."

Element of surprise

Dear World,

Kindly stop surrounding everyone with overwhelming events to prevent them from drowning in themselves.
I'd appreciate it if you could stop confusing everyone with your eternal sense of precariousness, and start letting everyone see that beliefs aren't always beliefs, they're a livelihood.
And that laughter isn't just laughter, its food to a human mind.

Thank you.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

What's the point of 50%?

If tonight ever makes a difference, then I'd say good night to you right now.
It's like the alcohol that never leaves your life, the stench that you have a love-hate relationship with.
Its like the goodbye you hate to let your lips utter, but you know they'll tell you to take your time.
They told me I was stronger than that. And I told myself I'd never give in to the reason why people jump.
But if I've climbed nine storeys, to start descending down the stairs, I may as well be just like them.

Well, as of now, it is 12am, and I need a miracle to get through this.
As of now, I'm needing you the most and you're not even here.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Electric shock

I'd get a temporary satisfaction knowing some have heard of it.
I'd get a quick smile knowing they've seen it.
I'd get an eternity of happiness knowing that you've experienced it.
because you know one day, I'll tell you everything I ever considered a secret.