Monday, May 31, 2010

Stay awake tonight.

Somewhere in the oceans of my dreams,
you're drowning.
I wish I could save you.
As he stared at the pool of clear rejuvenating water, he turned over to find waves cascading at the gentle toes, like they could speak, pleading for him to follow them into a land of temptations. And then he felt the cold droplets that touched his bare skin. Crystal clear drops of water from the very same place, with somewhat cutting edges, as if they could dive into his skin and yet feel like a fresh ice cube.

Ever felt numb before?

Saturday, May 29, 2010


I used to think you make all the difference to this world.
But the truth is, you only made all the difference to me.
Guess this is what they'd call a chain reaction. Because surprisingly enough,
I'm finally making the difference I've always wanted to make.
And its all for you.
She'll take a bus down and sing folksongs as we go along.
He'll bang on the drums in a caravan on a lonely road.
She'll stare into the cowboy's tired blue eyes, and tell him they sparkle.
Even though they don't.
He'll chew on some old bread and make holes in the old tablecloth.
She'll go out for dinner and wish on a shooting star.
He'll turn around and ask her what she wished for. But they'd refuse to tell each other.

Because both of them wished it wasn't all a lie.
Both of them wished that moments we smiled for had always been real.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Strike out

I want to ask you to take me away from here to a place I've always wanted to go.
Take me away and bring me to the horizons we'd fantasize about.
Take me away so that we can dream about flying through the skies and roaming free.
But the thing is, I can't find you.
Where are you?
Sometimes we let memories sustain us till reality catches up.
And so I wait.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

It's not simple, or is it?

Sometimes all you have to do, is just look closely to find what you never expected.
But sometimes what you never expected is what you've been wanting all along.
All you have to do is just look closely.
I find myself repeating the words I'd say to you, and what you'd say to me.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

I'd always think

I don't know what we're doing in this crazy universe right now.
But you're out there, I'm out there, and we just can't seem to find ourselves.
That's why we're so caught up in finding each other.
That's why you still don't fill up all the space left in my heart.
That's why you feel like sweet sugar gum drops that lie beneath my world.

That's why our roads are going to cross some day.
And I wanted to let you know that I can't wait.

Monday, May 10, 2010

I had to find you.

Sometimes, all you have to do is take a second to breathe.

Let's Drive.

You don't know what you're doing.
That's alright. We all don't.
But there has to be a reason why we're here doing what we're doing.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Everybody knows

They say that each person on this planet can make a difference.
But it takes a genuine to soul to take the very first baby step that would make the actual difference.

Give me a time machine

It seems so easy to push the blame to someone else.
It seems so hard to take the blame onto yourself.
But the guilt that comes from pushing the blame onto others is what allows us to take it onto ourselves.

Sometimes, those who shoulder the blame need someone to catch their tears.
Sometimes, those who shoulder the blame need someone to clap for them so they can smile.
And sometimes, they desire bliss so badly, they leave us with regret as we wonder why we'll never see them cry or smile again.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

I'll admit I'm lost.

In a split second, strangers turned into the ones I love, and loved ones turned into distant strangers.
I never knew the seconds could be so long but shortlived all at once.
I never realised when that split second became a part of my life.
But I also never realised when that split second stole my smile and bid me farewell somewhere along the way.

Thursday, May 6, 2010


Once in a while, you'd let me fall and get up, and fall again, so that I can get up again.
You'd make me fall and get up and repeat the cycle a thousand times over, to learn a simple thing.
That its not impossible to get up, whenever anything happens, wherever you may be.
Being a child, I'd begun to believe in those words, blocking out all forms of insanity the earth had bestowed upon me.
Some called it foolishness, simply because I was a child.
Some called it stupidity, because they said that believing gets you nowhere.
Some thought it was insanity in itself to be blinded to every black omen that surrounds me and constantly tell myself that they are merely butterflies, not moths.
Some told me it's good to have built up such an esteem.
Some told me there should be more people with such a mindset in the world.

Today I ask myself what this very world has come to - where diversity is not embraced but turned into a segregating factor.
Its not just the good and the bad in the world, but the fact that there are foolish and innocent children who are just like that.
And once in a while, they fall so deep they can't get up.
And once in a while, by the time help arrives, they're already hit the ground.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

The idiot.

I somehow think that almost every post this month is going to be about you.
And its rather odd how you'd never find out that there's an idiot smiling at the screen whenever you type something, or do something.
And its rather odd how you'd never find out, that this idiot translates your language into something the world can read.
Because this idiot believes you can change the world.

For a second, you turn back.

Maybe the light wasn't the best thing possible.
Maybe I had never wanted to see the light.
Because when it came, all I saw was the damage they'd done.
The bodies lying on the battle ground, crimson blood as evidence of humanity sneering at us.
The guns all out of bullets, because we all thought we'd been slapped for the wrong reasons.
The broken pieces of glass lying upon the shores, their edges worn out, tired of being tossed around by the currents that danced in the oceans.
The photographs burnt, because an old fellow once thought memories held no meaning anymore.
The empty stage we once dreamt of getting up on to sing. With nothing but imaginary echoes of sweet voices belonging to what they called angels.

Maybe the light was what I never wanted to see. Because it showed me things I didn't want to know about.

But maybe, it also showed me that old luggage I'd carry around, always supposedly saying its my heart.
And so I walked on, away from the crime scene, away from the broken memories, with my luggage.
Because it held the one thing they could never take away from me, or put a baggage tag on.
It held the last bit of love the remaining lost souls lived for.