Detached from myself
Detached from my soul
Detached from my past
Detached from my future
Detached from who I am, who I was and who I want to be.
I tire from the complexities of the world.
Friendship, suffering, sadness and love
All affairs of the heart, perplexing and confused
Like a vertigo of a mirage
I no longer feel, I no longer love, I no longer care
I am no longer.........
Most of his life In the Air
Free as a bird, contented as a lark
Each day he grew day by day
Some say he is odd, some think he is different
A unique individual he is.
Many places he hath Travelled, the east, the west and those in between
From Germany to China
Long distance no less
Gay memories and heartaches with many amidst
He gives his heart without complaint
a love he dedicates uncompromised
Yet his kindness has been repaid
By deceit, betrayal and many a lie.
He has given his heart 100%
yet his ROI 0%
Travelling without a happy ending in sight
His heart grows numb, his body lays weary
He decides to take flight again
Never landing, never resting
Always moving, always learning
He has hurt from the past, he looks for the future.
The question is: "How will this story end?"
"If we find love along sixth avenue, can we find marriage in a building?"
Have I really moved on?
I feel my body, I don't feel my heart
Displaced and contorted, 2 entities apart
My head says YES, my heart says NO.
Should logic precede everything in life OR
should the heart be the centerpiece of life
Like a vagrant who wanders in the vast desert
Searching for the sacred oasis he knows he cannot have
He has seen its mirage, he has sniffed its scent.
Is it real he will never know.
He should have moved on but still he persist.
365 days of searching for a myth
He finally gives in
the wear and tear
the tiresome journey has taken him nowhere
He stumbles across a tiny well.
Sheltered, dependable source of life
He aches from the past
He recovers from the hurt
He decides to abode at the well
His lifetime commitment to a everlasting bond.
Yet once in a while, he looks to the past.
he knows he shouldn't but he does
What if he could but he can't
Turn back time to 365
Just one time,
to let him find,
the sacred oasis that eludes his time
We will never know....
"We must learn to let go of the past to make space for the future -Gary Lee"
Work has been on for two whole months
Spreading the word and realigning lives
Cared and shared
Loved and cried
Learnt an important lesson of life
Humility is his name
Simplicity is his game
Somestimes the best things in life come in the smallest things
Fourteen year old boy with a mind of five
sprung forth in one day of my life
A day not too long and yet not short
enough to teach me the purpose of life
MY LIFE
Simple things I shared with him
Kicking and focusing on the everyday things
May not seem much to the Average Joe
For him it was a challenge though
He threw a fit and broke into tears
Tested our patience till it worn thin
Times like this, I ask myself
"What must I do to make you learn?"
Remembered Anne with Helen,
How she taught a handicapped girl
To learn, love and experience life
I thought to myself, I could do the same
Love him, care for him and be like him
Then you can understand him!
Relevation came forth on that day because I was humble to learn from him!
Dedicated to Dooodoooyoooo & those who have made a little difference to his life
A Simple Number, an easy line
Twelve means different things to different lives
To some it could be the number of months in a year
To others it could be the time they wait before their bonus
To a few, it could be a celebration of life and to a selected few
A way to remember those who have gone to somewhere better.
It has been almost a year since I have met my old friend,
My inner space where I pen my thoughts
A year I spent travelling around
To see the world, the good and bad
I learn some new and refresh a few
But the number 12 lingers in my heart.
A promise that was made 2 years ago!
The wound still fresh from its creator sole.
I await for the day,
when the one who made this 12 a reality someday.
Big things small things
Which ones matter more?
How and why does it matter so?
A big race or a big day
A little courtesy or a little flame
All these matter in a different time or place.
Have you ever wondered when the big day will come?
For you to outdo, outlast and outperform yourself
Be the best you can be, an inner voice screams
You try your hardest but to no avail
The will is strong but the flesh is weak
That is perhaps when I learnt a great deal today
From the little things that matter most
It is not the big things that matter
But the small ones that count
Accumulated in abundance like a horde of ants
A single ant may seem insignificant and small
But an army of it can become a majestic sight
Like termites in a wooden house that slowly eat away
The foundation of a structure if left untouched
Like a relationship with flaws and cracks
When problems arise and left unsolved
It slowly devours and meticulously plots
To destroy the very love that exists
Filling the void with hatred and words unkind
Till all that remains is nothing
Never leave things as they are
No matter how small they could be
Sometimes it is simplest of things
We cannot see because we are blind
Not by the eyes but by the heart
That clouds the mind and distorts the soul
Open your heart and your mind
He walks nervous onto the stage.
Every creak with each step he takes
The final moment is dawn upon
As he stands firm at the grandeur of the hall.
The light flickers against the wooden walls
Every grain every line with history to tell.
Rose colored seats adjoined as one
rows and rows of crimson red.
He closes his eyes as he imagines
An audience awaits for the melodious sound.
He loosens his throat and deepens his breath.
As he times the right moment to impress
with all his past hidden emotions kept far at bay.
With burning desire to express his forlorn love,
a bursting passion suffices within him.
He lets out a voice angelic and pure.
As all around stay hypnotized by his song.
Some tear while some sob
As they endear themselves to his sad plight.
The expression of love to the one he belongs.
Songs of admiration and dear,
hopeful for a lovely reply.
The melody ends and he holds his breath.
A moment of silence as he waits,
biting his lips till they bleed.
Nothing!
Nothing!
Nothing!
He opens his eyes.
Alas he is but a fool.
A voice of a century is heard
Yet only an empty hall hears his song.
A one sided affair indeed.
An empty field it once was
A farmer came and toiled the lands
He tilted the soil and nourished the lands
Pouring within the gift of life
Love and care, a nurturing feel
Luscious grass and blossoming flowers
Morning dew against the sun rays
Misty droplets cloud the dusky moon
A wonder a sight for all to see
Blissful and peace in every seed
A moment’s neglect and a twinkle of an eye
The beautiful turned into the ugly
A beast came upon and ravaged the land
Planted his weeds and treacherous thorns
He robbed and stole
He cheated and beguiled
The innocent land of its pride and joy
Coercion and force upon he came
Raped the land of all its innocence
The farmer returns in shock and anguish
To see his land ravished and torn
The beast fights hard to protect what is “his”
Who really owns the piece of land?
The farmer or the beast
Or does it run free as one should choose
To be able to choose who it wants to own
Between the right or the wrong
A choice to be made amongst the two
Choices have consequences!
