Memories
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A little… Let a teardrop fill the emptiness Let me wonder how lonely must I’ve been With all this pain in my heart And the misery of my soul I wish your gentle touch can fade them away That my soul may be set free From a shadow of fear…of doubts From the clutches of
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Laying down all alone – night feels cold and empty Tossed and turned – restless and shiverimg like a frightened child The rain pouring and muds thrushing from one corner to another Gazing from my window – the clouds look like angry dragons blowing thunder and lightning The weather seem to guess my moods –
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A belated Mother’s Day for Mom
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We all aspire for something yet scared to try. We then realise that sometimes we have to take a step and begin a journey we wish to find.
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Dawn awoke the silence from its deep solace The strand of bygone quivering from the nightfall wind Seeking connection for the soul’s release comfort To console yesterday’s tears and broken embrace A past has ended as daybreak starts to pave another path. As the daylight begins to tie a birth of peaceful spirit A new
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Sat in my solitude uninterrupted Within the four corners of my bed I call my solace and my haven The stillness of the moment collecting my thoughts The silence proding my soul into deep. I closed my eyes to hear the sound of air The tranquil motion of my every breath is sedating The rhythm
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Staring through a misty glass window – been raining for days…swirling down in spiral waves I felt chills trembling down my spine – touching every limb, every fiber of my being I start to feel numb – tears made my eyes cloudy It felt so dark, made things so grey and gloomy – felt so
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The gloom of the day seem favoring my thoughts, The silent coldness of my existence enveloping time, The beat of my heart aggravating every system, The normal breaths becoming a painful sigh, And the sweet gentle cuddle becoming a clench of hurt. Looking back from a yesterday I thought I have done something right Looking
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Re-edited 8 Mar 2014. I felt that my little sister is one hell of a sparrow…that even on broken wings she soars high like no other. Thank you for showing me your strength. I love you.
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Here I am standing at every creation of a dream – a discovery in motion The season has once again changed – shifting and varying its existence The length of every stage triples the width of trials At every mounts of challenge – clutched a prayer With will – a hope is wielded to every
Choices, Chances and Changes 