- A parting letter that was never said.
I remember the times we used to hold each other,
as if the world didnt matter,
as if the time didnt matter.
But if I could turn back time, it'd still be you I choose.
Today, you reminded me of all the happiest moments.
Today, you brought back memories which I couldnt remember for the longest of time.
Today, I chose to let those parting hands, fall away helplessly.
But if I could turn back time, it'd still be you I choose.
Today, I saw those tears, well up in your eyes.
I couldnt quite make out what I saw today.
Anger? Regret? Sorrow?
It doesnt matter anymore. I've been a letdown.
Today, you reminded me of a promise I gave a long time ago.
That we would never part those loving hands,
and that it would see us through the toughest of times.
And if I could turn back time, it'd still be you I choose.
You were there as a pillar of hope, in my times of need.
But I'm sorry I couldnt have been any better.
You have been the best girl anyone could have asked for.
But I know I dont deserve you at all.
I never regretted the times we shared, the moments we had.
I never regretted the tears and laughters, the joy the sadness.
and never regretted the hard times we had,
because in the end we did made it through.
You were the one person, that could bring me the skies.
And you were the only person, that could make me hurt so much for.
Maybe in this life our paths crossed at the wrong time.
But if I could, if I may, I'd like to meet you in another life.
If fate allows, you'd be the one I'd never let go.
Thank you. Baby Blue.
Monday, January 26, 2015
Monday, August 25, 2014
A peek in the moment of time.
Unsettled dust, wavering hands.
And here we are, a quarter century.
Entwined hearts, blistered ends.
Uncertain of its sad and loving memories.
In its shiniest moments; its light everstrong.
Gently carressing, carefully teasing.
Whistling winds, in a moment, gone.
Stranded at the crossroads, to which we take of greatest blessing?
Hand in hand, fingers over and under.
A faint remembrance, often bittersweet.
Unsurprising. Not even the faintest whisper
heard deep within the strongest of plead.
Flawed in these whiskers of time.
We seek what the other cannot give.
Freedom in essence of crime,
We set flight to what we believe.
Shallow waters, greener pastures.
Fallen stars, we rise to greater heights.
Frayed upon the slightest of fractures.
We scramble across the brightest of lights.
Maybe today we find our greater selves.
Maybe today we search what we can never find.
Maybe today we bask in the serenity within our shells
and twine what others can never align.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Goodbye
31 05. We had a silent jouney of mixed emotions.
Of whispering voices we could hear everything.
Today. 28 01. We took the same journey.
But of these words we hear nothing.
Of these words nothing surfaced.
I could see the tears well up in your eyes.
But of this time they were of different value.
I couldnt quite make out what I saw today.
But it was those little words that tore through my heart.
Words that need not be spoken and yet be heard ever so clearly.
Words that sent a wave of emotions upon me.
Words that engulfed me in the depths of hell.
And to think that I have prepared so much for this very day,
seems as though they were all futile.
It seems as if this was where we were headed at the very beginning.
How many times have I convinced myself to lighten my grip.
How many times have I constantly reminded myself to let it all go.
And as each word seems to be a piercing bullet into my heart.
I somehow found the courage to stand unwavered before your eyes.
Before those eyes of tears and sorrow.
I had to. I told myself.
I cannot let her see me like this.
But as she spoke the words that I have prepared myself very much for,
I could feel the tears well up in my eyes.
I knew that I couldnt not stand unwavered after all.
2206. She left with a final goodbye.
A place that once brought much pleasant memories,
now brings such painful regret.
A place that once brought much joy and laughters,
now stands amidst a lonesome silhouette.
At that moment I could not find the courage to stand up to it again.
But I must remember? I have heard the same words over and over.
As we gave our final hug, my heart broke once more.
Goodbye was all I heard. Goodbye to all those memories.
Goodbye to the hands that are going to part.
Goodbye to the once, happiest moments.
Goodbye, to someone who once meant everything to you.
Goodbye, to everything.
Of whispering voices we could hear everything.
Today. 28 01. We took the same journey.
But of these words we hear nothing.
Of these words nothing surfaced.
I could see the tears well up in your eyes.
But of this time they were of different value.
I couldnt quite make out what I saw today.
But it was those little words that tore through my heart.
Words that need not be spoken and yet be heard ever so clearly.
Words that sent a wave of emotions upon me.
Words that engulfed me in the depths of hell.
And to think that I have prepared so much for this very day,
seems as though they were all futile.
It seems as if this was where we were headed at the very beginning.
How many times have I convinced myself to lighten my grip.
How many times have I constantly reminded myself to let it all go.
And as each word seems to be a piercing bullet into my heart.
I somehow found the courage to stand unwavered before your eyes.
Before those eyes of tears and sorrow.
I had to. I told myself.
I cannot let her see me like this.
But as she spoke the words that I have prepared myself very much for,
I could feel the tears well up in my eyes.
I knew that I couldnt not stand unwavered after all.
2206. She left with a final goodbye.
A place that once brought much pleasant memories,
now brings such painful regret.
A place that once brought much joy and laughters,
now stands amidst a lonesome silhouette.
At that moment I could not find the courage to stand up to it again.
But I must remember? I have heard the same words over and over.
As we gave our final hug, my heart broke once more.
Goodbye was all I heard. Goodbye to all those memories.
Goodbye to the hands that are going to part.
Goodbye to the once, happiest moments.
Goodbye, to someone who once meant everything to you.
Goodbye, to everything.
Friday, December 25, 2009
221209
-221209
Emptiness in my heart,
and there we choose a path of no regret.
If that's where it all starts,
then why has it been my greatest upset.
Pride or joy, we choose the greater devil.
While we balance between self or the other,
we are mocked by our very own endeavours.
This time it's truely now or never.
Stained across the eyes of our hearts.
It stands blinded of the clearer light.
As our little hands chooses to part,
it's sad we let it go without a fight.
Keep running to the end where the road is neverending.
You might find a way back to bliss someday.
The fact that you find this most appalling,
we should have never taken this way.
A yacht we built to scour the seas,
seems to distant away from the shore.
Yet there's not a soul up here with me,
only a broken heart in which you tore.
Fallen twigs they speak a sad song.
Humming birds they seem to laugh,
at the little things that have all been gone,
at the "happiest" memories that have taken its path,
at the hands that have chosen to part.
Emptiness in my heart,
and there we choose a path of no regret.
If that's where it all starts,
then why has it been my greatest upset.
Pride or joy, we choose the greater devil.
While we balance between self or the other,
we are mocked by our very own endeavours.
This time it's truely now or never.
Stained across the eyes of our hearts.
It stands blinded of the clearer light.
As our little hands chooses to part,
it's sad we let it go without a fight.
Keep running to the end where the road is neverending.
You might find a way back to bliss someday.
The fact that you find this most appalling,
we should have never taken this way.
A yacht we built to scour the seas,
seems to distant away from the shore.
Yet there's not a soul up here with me,
only a broken heart in which you tore.
Fallen twigs they speak a sad song.
Humming birds they seem to laugh,
at the little things that have all been gone,
at the "happiest" memories that have taken its path,
at the hands that have chosen to part.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Sweetest Heart
-Sweestest Heart
Voices of beautiful songs.
Colours of prettiest blues.
Unforgettable moments. and lasting memories.
How can I forget the slightest of meetings?
Shared me the ears of saddest times.
Gave me hearts amidst the darkness.
I am but noone without you.
Gave me wings when I am down.
Now I am in search of times of age with you.
Where we grow to old, hand in hand.
I could take you away,
only in you, I find my faded paradise.
In search of heavens, when I am in place.
How ironic that the heart speak of someone,
and yet hurts them the most.
I am full of much regret to have led those tears.
Of beautiful skies, I dream to watch with you.
Forgive me. I am but only human.
With tinkling stars, and the city lights.
I can only be contented.
Crossed our fingers, we walk the path of no return.
Will you give it your everything?
As the tallest trees, they stand as our strengths,
Ill take your hand and guide you through,
This road of tears and laughters. :)
Voices of beautiful songs.
Colours of prettiest blues.
Unforgettable moments. and lasting memories.
How can I forget the slightest of meetings?
Shared me the ears of saddest times.
Gave me hearts amidst the darkness.
I am but noone without you.
Gave me wings when I am down.
Now I am in search of times of age with you.
Where we grow to old, hand in hand.
I could take you away,
only in you, I find my faded paradise.
In search of heavens, when I am in place.
How ironic that the heart speak of someone,
and yet hurts them the most.
I am full of much regret to have led those tears.
Of beautiful skies, I dream to watch with you.
Forgive me. I am but only human.
With tinkling stars, and the city lights.
I can only be contented.
Crossed our fingers, we walk the path of no return.
Will you give it your everything?
As the tallest trees, they stand as our strengths,
Ill take your hand and guide you through,
This road of tears and laughters. :)
Monday, September 28, 2009
Heartbreak
-Heartbreak
2230. A hole punctured - so perfectly - into my heart.
As if it was always there - ever concealed.
Only to be noticed upon close scrutiny.
And as yet the times of bliss piles up upon this irreversible scar,
never will it be entirely healed.
As while the closest of times we speak the happiest of moments,
the saddest of heartbreaks reigns through it all.
How often it is that the greatest comfort lies in one's imaginations?
That our rise and falls, come not in reality.
Saints as we may seem,
our expectations of others do fall short.
All our lives we chase a light that may have never been there.
such emptiness, such inadequacy.
It is hard to satiate our desires.
As our desires may only be elusive.
Set upon this heart of fire,
I may choose to walk the stones of hell.
Burning feet. Burning pain -
May already be the lesser of the two evils.
2230. A hole punctured - so perfectly - into my heart.
As if it was always there - ever concealed.
Only to be noticed upon close scrutiny.
And as yet the times of bliss piles up upon this irreversible scar,
never will it be entirely healed.
As while the closest of times we speak the happiest of moments,
the saddest of heartbreaks reigns through it all.
How often it is that the greatest comfort lies in one's imaginations?
That our rise and falls, come not in reality.
Saints as we may seem,
our expectations of others do fall short.
All our lives we chase a light that may have never been there.
such emptiness, such inadequacy.
It is hard to satiate our desires.
As our desires may only be elusive.
Set upon this heart of fire,
I may choose to walk the stones of hell.
Burning feet. Burning pain -
May already be the lesser of the two evils.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Actors
-Actors
As we are all laid upon this path,
shaken by uncertainty,
we sometimes seek recluse when we have it rough.
Solitude, as it is, is life's greatest subtlety.
We may appear as pillars of stengths,
solidified and often infallible.
But as we stand before intimidations,
how many of us stand unwavered?
Across the garden of eden,
we are set to pick the fruits of salvation.
Do we leave it to choice or by chance,
or succumb to the expectations of others?
Of these rows of flowers,
we select the highest of quality.
As it all seems to be almost perfect,
it is sad that we fall for such trickery.
Disguises are sometimes deadly,
Appearances often deceiving.
Faced by the lesser of two evils,
so hard it is to resist temptation.
Stranded by the greatest of man,
how long before eternity?
Even love, the greatest of emotions,
can forsake us through the hardest of times.
What say of our certainties?
As we are all laid upon this path,
shaken by uncertainty,
we sometimes seek recluse when we have it rough.
Solitude, as it is, is life's greatest subtlety.
We may appear as pillars of stengths,
solidified and often infallible.
But as we stand before intimidations,
how many of us stand unwavered?
Across the garden of eden,
we are set to pick the fruits of salvation.
Do we leave it to choice or by chance,
or succumb to the expectations of others?
Of these rows of flowers,
we select the highest of quality.
As it all seems to be almost perfect,
it is sad that we fall for such trickery.
Disguises are sometimes deadly,
Appearances often deceiving.
Faced by the lesser of two evils,
so hard it is to resist temptation.
Stranded by the greatest of man,
how long before eternity?
Even love, the greatest of emotions,
can forsake us through the hardest of times.
What say of our certainties?
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