time

when is a good time to believe and risk?

when is the right moment to leave and let go?

when is the possible way to be happy and free?

when is the best moment to trust and fall in love?

when you feel old. you are still young they say.

when you act young. you need to get old they say.
when is the limit of young, and when is the best part of old?

when either way you just badly want to know,when...

when is the right time for you?

into deep

you have tested this water before.

to soak the tip of your toe once in awhile

is the farthest you could go.

no one wants to drown for the second time.

empty hall

when i walked out your door,

i wasn't planning on coming back.

i was hoping that you would run after...

knocking on mine.

chances

hundred and one things
to say that i choose you.
two or three things
to say not to.
half of a one
holds me back.

disappointments.
it can never retrieved interests.

left of an ego

everytime i asked myself

to give it another chance.

everytime i told myself

to try it again.

everytime i pushed myself

to take that choice.

but whenever i do and risk it all over again.

it hits back like a deadly wave crashing.
it feels like a trap ready for ambush.

leaving me humbled and trashed in the end.

and everytime (it happens)

i comfort myself

to understand.

it is the only thing left to go back to.

broken piece

and when he took time to see her,
there was a smile on her face.
but when he made the time to listen,
there was already a frown on her voice.
when he came for a hug,
there was something wrong with her warmth.
and when he asked her to come back,
there was not a thought for her to stay.

when all things were done as best as both could.
hence, they did not know,
it was already too late.

december

i can feel it in the cool air..
i can see it on the city lights..
i can hear it from the carols..

i start counting down the days..
something wonderful,
here it comes.

foreshadow

my role slowly fades.
my line's short and unimportant.
my face's slight to view.

a character at the start.
a part of the rising series.
a hem of the climax. and a glimpse after.

i lived in it once,
but now,
i am just a chapter about to be over.

it ain't my story anymore.
this time, i watch.
this time, you live and tell the ending.

make believe

i gather my thoughts at this very second..
winter, race car, island,
sea breeze, warm hands,
giggles and happy screams.

hhmm...definitely..
i am daydreaming again.

miracles

for a long time i seize to do..

i tried to open my hands and set things free..

i thought of regrets.

anticipated the emptiness.

but fear eluded me atlast..

it's simply amazing

how faith works in wonders.

i poured out what is left in me..

yet God flooded it back to overflow me.

blessings... i cannot seem to count.

the gift

some..
have their music
to find hymn and be the best they can be.

some run for miles
and be the outmost version of their self.

some fly to the highest
to feel their feet on the ground.

others have the eyes for art.
have the hands to create.
have the minds to discover.
and they are known to be the greatest of our kind.

me..
i have a few words to write once in a while.
and it's enough for my heart to beat,
and feel alive.

2 am

i look up the stars above and make a smile.

cocktails, music, and laughter,
they are having a party in heaven.

while the earth sleeps around me,
as the night quietly passes.

define you

you meet two friends in life.

the ones who come and can perfectly spell you

with an F,

an R,

I,

plus an E,N,D

and an S with an H-I-P.

and the ones,

that through times

when you cannot even bare to spell

the word anymore...

stay,

because even from a slight hunch,

they know it is still worth trusting.

interlude

we fail ourselves..
for sometimes we seek the freedom to be alone..
yet the very thought of it feels selfish..

why can't we be?
for atleast an hour, a day, a nightfall?
(why can't) for few moments,
guilt may give us a break?

old habits

it surprises me..

lying in bed, daydreaming.

pulling out a forgotten favorite book.

cooking a great meal for one.

watching a funny love story.

enjoying a Monday.

hearing an old friend.

laughing at an outdated joke.

saying something nice.

smiling for that thought.

old habits...

slowly come back to linger.
it feels familiar yet new all the same..

it feels warm.

i like it.

friends

i start to forget citing you.

i start to stop wearing you.

i start to feel easy hearing you.

i start to be happy seeing you.

i start to be normal being with you.

and that's when i know,

we are right to be where we are.

Father and child

i asked..
and i was answered..

i reached..

and i was held..

i weeped..

and i was comforted..

i confessed..

and i was forgiven..

i was dying..

and now.. i am saved..

it's time

i wish i won't lose my words today.
i am calm.
i am fine.
i have never been this fine,
on the idea of losing you.

final cut

what is pride when you still have the patience to understand.
what is apathy when you can be sensitive enough to feel.
what is sadness when you can try to let go and find peace.
what is fear when there is still courage to move on.
what is hurt when there is still love left to forgive.


i am at the edge of 'you n me'
and now, i'm ready to let go.

all soul's day

 

i am lost for words and thoughts...i'm sorry.