my reflection in your eyes, reality without lies, yet each time, part of me dies. Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 14, Reflection In Your Eyes) (’12, Oct 14)
If you must laugh, laugh hard, out loud; till you feel numb, like nothing matters, even life’s tatters. I remember yesterday, on my way back home, teasing my colleague, hearing her laughter, joining her after; A friend was leaving, for a pasture new, his candor like dew, he saw not future, just that one moment, … Read moreMemories to cherish..
How can I put a word, to what excites my muse? For what inspires me, might be to her, a ruse. With each tear of pain, she writes but of hope; she writes but a future, how with pain, to cope. With each smile of joy, she writes of its cause, when inspiration sings, I … Read moreCompleting life..
I know why I was silent, silent all these days; for whenever I did try, it went to unwanted ways. What happened was wrong, but I forgot good times, when we had but sweetness, just remembered sour limes. I did have my own reasons, each were right, I knew; but what did turn to faux, … Read moreSaying the unsaid..
with each breath I drift awake, toward a new day as night brakes; dreamy realms, tempt me to stay, but reality will be better today. on the bed, I lie without doubts, like a boxer ready for the bout; as the sun’s rays ring the bell, I trudge into what might be hell. as eyelids … Read moreMorning’s first..
In the distance, the rumble of thunder; I hear the silent swish of a dark cloud, pregnant with rain – it floats toward me; I hear the first drop leave its dark bubble – it sings through the sky, fall with a plop onto the empty road; I hear the dust rise, petrichor – it … Read moreThe Music of Rainfall..