Our friendship used to be like the morning sun.
Bright,fresh and full of life that it promised.
We talked like the world is a never-ending adventure.
Laugh at all the simple humour around us.
We dared to try things that memories were made of.
We poured our soul about what life was made of then.
We walked the streets and walked the life we saw alike.
When the world nourished us into men,we seemed to blind.
The streets we once walked turned into junctions.
The ego of proud men took all the best we had in us.
We don't look down at the ground we used to stand.
Too tangled in the web we lived in our present
that we forget the human beauty we spawned then.
We have succumbed to the nature of this crazy world.
And yet again,friendship is in doubt...
Our Novel
That book in time was opened
So fresh, so new and so a virgin
Unknown of what awaits it
And ready of the ink that was bound to soak it
Laid open still
Succumbed to reality and new experience
Bask to what is to be written
And forever those words shall sit in it
Took a toll on time but yet unreplenished its pages were
A sign of a probable end
A chapter that could be depressing or of joy
What awaits it is yet unseen,
but greatly anticipated
And in time that book shall conclude...
Tuesday, November 11, 2003,
Blissful Ignorance
Sitting still
The rushing blood tunneling through the veins seem cold
Can't talk too much, can't think too much
Conversations becomes noises
Ideas are just clouds in the head
Passing clouds
Eyes wide open
None in sight but white glares
Thoughts loiters like a fly in the bottle
Intelligence takes a vacation
Motion that idles is tapping of the fingers
Simple movements are just disturbing distractions
Reality becomes a flat liner before it skips again
Veils over worries and concerns
A moment of blissful ignorance
A moment of escape.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005,