Dialogue

This is an imaginary conversation between two people with person B as the listener.

Person A:

You're an idealist right
the sweet dreams
happy ending kind of guy
I used to be like that
but she kept drilling into me
that I've been dreaming
that such things don't exist
but I kept arguing with her
I told her happy endings do happen
but after we are separated
I realized
all along she was right
for the simple reason that we are all humans
and we all err
the only happy ending that ever is
is heaven
and that's about it
happy endings never happen
close to happy endings happen
but we got to fight for it
so if only one person fights for it
there is no such ending
so if you can
disagree with me
maybe you will awake me from my pessimistic slumber
then I'll be eternally grateful.

Done

Buried underneath
these signs you tell
the games you play
i stay awake
staring at a sky that's grey
playing dumb everyday
biting my tongue and
humming to my promise of our future
like the tune to my favorite song
now we are heading down the same road
feeling the same way
and this is why life is great
as we both remain unchanged
through it all.

When is it enough?

Does everything seem the same?
are the motions real or has it become a game?
the mirror shows that everything is in place,
but does it show the turmoil beneath the face?
a cry from the depths, does anyone hear?
its silent nature, past thresholds of the ear.
but you are caught up, you cannot fathom.
the enveloping emptiness, the yawning chasm.
a swirling vortex sucks deeper than deep.
how much longer can my strength keep?
feelings and thoughts can hurt one the most.
leave rubble behind and hundreds of ghosts.
everything inside had turned into stone.
a field where nothing can be sown and grown.
take none of the glory, take all of the blame,
nothing is different, only the name.

this was a scene worth waking up for,

The day passes by and I find myself waiting for the sun to set. I find joy in listening to the rustling of the leaves and watching them fall. There is satisfaction and there is simplicity. Life in the countryside is like that or at least that's how I imagined it to be.

Life is about sharing - what you see, your possessions and the truth.

Anyway, a long holiday is what anyone with a load of problems, care and dilemmas need. When one is away, everything seems so different, yet, it is just another day through the same eyes. The transformation of perspective is perhaps what people need.

daffodils

daffodils dancing in the wind
the chesire cat without his grin
caught in the twilight of a dream
rather fantasy than what reality deems
falling over without a fight
losing light and losing sight
walk down again that same old path
leave words unspoken of such a dearth
oh how must have sisyphus felt
with that same hand life has dealt
daffodils daffodils behind my back
laced with qualms filled with lack

it'll all just be a passing phase,
the words you said they carry no weight;

ray of light

I noticed a ray of light recently,
that appeared in places I least expect.
always catching me by surprise
but there's nothing wrong with that.
when I try to search and seek
it appears to be far, far away, unable to attain
and just as I stop yearning
it comes out of the blue and I start over again
my heart beats in disarray
yet it brings a smile to my face,
however when I look in the mirror
I start to feel so out of place
melancholy takes over
for something so beautiful can't possibly belong to me
for who can bottle a ray of light?
to keep for his eyes only to see
am I destined to remain in the background?
for it does not know that I yearn
even if for a fleeting second
for its glow that warms but does not burn
can I do anything to ease the pain?
when in my own eyes I feel so small
a mountain to surmount, an ocean to cross
I feel like next to all these I am nothing at all
but still quietly I long for and patiently I wait
for a glimpse of perfection, for a touch of fate