The best place to sleep is in your arms,
No other place I rather be.
My little corner, safe and warm,
Like squirrels in their trees.
The best place to sleep is in your arms,
To watch your face in dreams.
With every breath that rises and falls,
My heart beat as deep.
Time is never slow enough,
For me to keep this moment.
I feel that it's become too tough,
For me to restrain my love.
The best place to sleep is in your arms,
Forever here I shall be.
For this is where I found my hope,
My love, and destiny..
Promise
Life is a stage.
And we've all been played.
Fate caught us by surprise, didn't it?
Like two railway tracks, bypassing one another.
All these years we missed each other.
Might have met at one of the stations,
But you and I have our own directions.
On and on, we went our way.
Before long, my Dreams got misplaced.
Where am I, presently?
And who am I, actually?
Moving with an emotionless motion,
I've never had answers to my questions.
What woke me up from my droning daze
Was your intense eyes and gentle face.
Oh, how I pray that you'll never leave.
Will you ever bear to let me grieve?
I'll stay by you, as long as I
Where have you been?
The one in my dreams.
Once you came to me,
In the form of a handsome beast.
Mind you, not a prince.
Broad shoulders with long, thick fur.
Yet the touch of you set me on fire.
With shimmering wings, you were an angel,
Complete with a white and gold mantle.
Brown silken hair topped your face.
To me, you had all the grace.
But before you could hold me close,
You had to go.
Into golden dust, you did faded away.
Oh why couldn't you stay?
Glimpsers of our previous lives?
Oh, how I pray that soon you'll arrive.
So where are you, presently?
And who are you, actually?
Someday when you are near,
All your a
The wind sings.
A lovely lullaby.
Gently pushing forward
With streams of love.
Enclosing me with care.
Time will not turn back.
But I can change.
Do what I have to do.
And become stronger.
The wind feeds my strength.
Invisible, but emotional.
Doubts of its existence,
Has never survived.
Untouchable, yet fills the soul.
Like fresh breeze into lungs.
Bringing along,
A tinge of white musk.
Friend, let me be the wind.
My turn now.
A meal for Barbie, I'm making by andragal, literature
Literature
A meal for Barbie, I'm making
In the house, silence is booming.
The child, who sits, is playing.
Disjointed body parts surrounding.
The dolls, he had been breaking.
All, except for Barbie.
The sister's screams are piercing.
"All my girls are missing!"
Through the door she broke in.
"Matthew, what are you doing?"
The scene she saw was disbelieving!
Darkly, the child was smiling.
"A meal for Barbie, I'm making."
At the other end of the telephone,
You anxiously waited, and waited.
As I think about the things I want.
You say my needs you will cater.
Credit cards and diamonds,
Are highly possible desires.
But I just want to live in our castle.
The fruit of our love and labour.
If a girl dares to plunder,
I'll do more than yelling at her.
If you think I can't be fiercer,
Well then, you're in trouble.
Love, courage and tolerance.
This trio we must possess.
For the realization of my belief.
And my belief is our future.
Tear away the surface of me.
The one I had you believed you knew.
I don't have the guts to do it.
So please tear it away from me.
Tear away the surface of you.
The one who always looked happy.
Actually, you just wanted to be happy.
But are you, really?
Tear away the surface of love.
All the emotions we thought were present
Are absent from our within.
Where is the love between humans?
Tear away the surface of our goals.
We think we want more money.
But if that's what we really want,
Why are we still searching?
Tear away the surface of us.
All relationships work both ways.
If my surface is torn,
Yours will have to go.
With wings on thy back
We shall fly.
Blessed with cosmic love,
Soar up high.
Explore the velvet, glittery fabric.
Span the night.
With wings on thy back,
We shall fly,
The vast, deep sky.
Run faster! Run faster!
I keep running as I let out a cry of joy.
My little brother is trying to outrun me.
How can he?
I'm first! Always am!
Oh there's a cat!
Why are its eyes slanted?
Mine are round and open wide.
It is staring at me.
Its eyes are still slanted and small.
Is there something wrong?
"Brother! You are slow!"
Oh no!
I can't stop for a cat!
He'll overtake me!
Hey, he did overtake me!
Once again, the world zooms past me.
People are smiling at me.
Why?
But I smiled back at them anyway.
With my best, widest grin.
Good, I'm in front again!
I know I will be.
Oh oh oh!
That was close.
Almost squashed a cat
What is this feeling?
This strong pull on the heart.
And an urge to let tears fall.
What?
What is it?
What is this feeling?
Schoolgirls in white,
As I see them walk by.
Waves of memories crash upon me.
But, what?
What is it?
Tell me, will you?
What is this feeling?
Long speeches in the hall,
Boring lessons in class.
I recall as I walk pass the
Empty classrooms.
The past is calling
Out to me, reaching for me.
I feel it.
The darkness, the silence.
Oh retreating is so tempting.
So, what?
What is this feeling?
I'm trying.
Trying to know it.
Alas, I know.
I'm lonely.
Descartes says,
We may all be living a dream.
Someone else said,
Life's a stage.
And we are merely players.
Is life reality?
Or is it just a dream?
For some, a nightmare?
Or maybe, we are only
Invented characters in a story.
For how do we know,
That we are not?
We may all be deceived.
Or we may not.
I do not care.
For all that matters, is
When I smiled at you,
You smiled back at me too.
Have you ever ever heard
About the stranger of the night?
He comes whenever he wants
And mostly, just to give you a fright.
He's kind, though he may seem
Like he wants to eat you up.
Fret not! Because he just needs
Milky chocolate in a cup!
So, if he ever visits you,
A few sweets will do him good.
Beware of him for he may use
His deathly, charming eyes on you!
If i were a little cloud for a day,
I can just float around.
Not thinking.
Not feeling.
Not hurting.
Not crying.
Away from all these pain.
If i were a little cloud for a day,
I will need to be silent.
Unable to speak or touch.
Which could be good.
Yes, it could.
Looking at the enemy with straight eyes.
In which, fear, I cannot find.
Warrior, tell me, how can you
Look ahead and spread your arms
When you know you may die soon?
The secret, my son, is a simple one.
All humans, you and me, do fear death.
But instead of escaping, I embraced.
Accept the fact that death occurs to all.
It may claim your life,
but don't ever let it claim your heart.
Warrior, you speak of such bravery.
But, now, I'm still not ready.
To acknowledge death and
remove fear from my heart.
Let me reside in my world of peace.
At least, just for the time being.
I hate this box.
It keeps me out
and forces you in.
I ache for you,
I yearn to help.
I long to touch,
but I don't know how.
Can you try?
Just give it a try.
Step out of the box.
Overcome that line.
It's only a frail thread.
Come, join me on the outside.
Only then, you will, like me,
See the whole box.
Understand everything that's inside.
And realize that, in fact,
there's an exit.
A way out of the box, out of the problem.
The healer needs a healer, too by andragal, literature
Literature
The healer needs a healer, too
The healer heals the tired,
The healer heals the pained.
The healer heals the lost.
And even those in shame.
But, who heals the healer?
At night, he feels tired.
When hurt, he feels pain.
In doubt, he feels lost.
And in mistakes, he feels shame.
Just like me and you.
So, who heals the healer?
The healers knows the exact words
He needs to tell himself.
He repeated them so many times,
To those who were in need.
But when it comes to himself,
The words just came out wrong.
Nothing makes sense.
What can he do to console himself?
To console, to encourage,
To prompt, to direct,
Is what he can do best.
Yet he can't cheer himse
i'm back on DA.. after such a long hibernation in a system well-known to human species called educational. yep. self-explanatory.
was reading wad i wrote in the past.. and i could see the naive me from the past.. as i read and laugh at myself for writing wad i wrote, i think dat this is even better den keeping a blog..
yawnz.. mabe i shd try to read and write more.. but for now, it's off to bed. nitez.