Written in the stars (elton john and leann rimes)
Saturday, October 13, 2007
I am here to tell you we can never meet again
Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved so long ago so well
Never wonder what I'll feel as living shuffles by
You don't have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand
Is it written in the stars
Are we paying for some crime
Is that all that we are good for
Just a stretch of mortal time
Is this God's experiment
In which we have no say
In which we're given paradise
But only for a day
Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide
You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned
***
One day
Monday, August 20, 2007
Maybe one day we will learn,
That the tears do earn,
The reasons upon our hearts yearn.
Maybe it was the arriving solitude,
Or the steadfast attitude,
That we owed for our gratitude.
The door strangely swung silently,
As the snow surged, somberly.
Hands together, tightly hedged.
Yet the days tolerated no more,
Wishing upon our hearts tore,
Away went the days of yore.
Music at the background, rhythm recited remorse.
We wondered why, ‘round the strangely subdued silence.
In the pouring, passive patter,
Down came the lugubrious, languid longing.
I cried myself to sleep that night,
However hard I controlled with my might.
They say,
Look for the brightest ray.
One day the sun will shine,
Us will have no thorns and vine.
Then the tears will dry,
And for once more, we try.
***
Remember my name (intro)
Sunday, August 19, 2007
It was night. Or evening. I could not be so sure. The alcohol had long made its way into my body, and the feel of temporary numbness could not be any better. It is exactly like morphine, or cocaine, providing a short reprieve for the pain that resides right inside the tenderness of the heart. The hangover can be quite a headache, yet the way the pain refuses to go, the way it tugs at the heart and sinks all the possible happiness that have not even surface, the numb becomes an escapade of sort. It is like the lesser of two evils, yet who is stupid enough to go through the pain rather than skipping through it?
***
Understand this
Sunday, July 29, 2007
"I am a fool to keep what I can lose, but I am no fool to lose what I cannot keep and keep what I cannot lose."
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Beyond the lines
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Or so they say,
that what is yours remains yours.
Yet you can hold on to something so tightly,
but the feeling of possessing never suffice.
***
Words.That.Hurt
Monday, December 11, 2006
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The words that hurt,
that pierce the flesh.
The blatant lies,
the pain dealer.
We live in a world,
which accord words
with too much respect.
We live in a place,
where words alone
could muffle the truth.
But worse of all,
we live in a dimension,
where people have just
too many ugly dimensions.
Sometimes you may want
to cover yourself from these words.
Yet the words you use,
can hurt the person
who has been protecting you
all these while.
***
That man
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
That man,
a detestable kind.
His bespectacled look,
resides a loveless soul.
He seeks fulfilment,
albeit among breaking hearts.
He loves one,
and loves another.
Red flame captain,
he refuses to embrace.
He turns instead to,
embracing new pastures.
I question his integrity,
I question his stand,
but above all,
I question his definition.
His definition that love,
is a separate commodity,
as of sentiments.
***
