I remember me, when I was a child, I dreamed, many silly dreams, hard as they seemed, in me I believed, they’d come true. An engineer? That was the first, my parents’ too, and it happened; A journalist? I had pondered it, like an adventure, it was left wanting. Each new day, another new dream, … Read moreI remember..
starry serenade I return home with the day moon Linked with Haiku Heights (#190, Home), and Carpe Diem (#5, Moon) (’12, Oct 06)
I observe, what others just see; at times even don’t see. Small things, that matter not, can stay forgot, but it brings, much difference to a li’l world, I seem to make for myself. I’m blunt, I ask it direct, a curiosity to understand, why life is bland without that little piece; like one missing … Read moreOn observing..
tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock still knocks, on the window of my eyes. rules, my mother says: “six hours of sleep, that you must keep; switch off the PC now, go to bed,” with love; I start counting sheep. but midnight, midnight, that’s writing hour; along comes a thought, yes, I love it a lot, and … Read moreWriting hour
an empty book in my hand, an empty mind and my heart, I sat once, unknowing of how to say what I felt. knew not why I felt a void, felt unease even to speak; knew not a soul would listen, only pretend to understand. heart knew not how to lie, words had to escape, … Read moreHow it all began
A question I ask myself now, Have I really been a true friend? If so, can I tell, to what end? No, a doubt still remains somehow. I feel your presence, yet I feel alone, hear the still silence, till it is echoes, your sound far away, Where am I today? Your company you do … Read moreQuestioning myself