In awe of the way the ocean is
The way a wave is silken calm
And yet there is so much fervent passion
In awe of the sky
The wrapping of blue come alive
The freedom of a thousand dreams in the sky
In awe of happy people
The aura of goodness
Feeling the warmth from a mile
In awe of the golden sunrise in your smile
Saturday, 22 December 2012
Thursday, 20 December 2012
You are free
Throw your arms up in the air, you are free.
Smile as if it was meant to be, you and me.
Dive into a crystal blue lake, you are free.
Lets get naked, you and me.
Climb on top of an evergreen tree, you are free.
Dance like there's no tomorrow, you and me.
Travel to the farthest place you can ever be, you are free.
Embrace a complete stranger, it will be you & me.
To all the stupid dreamers like me, dream on, it was meant to be.
Wednesday, 19 December 2012
In time, intermittently, always
Sometimes you talk to me
And sometimes I watch you smiling a sunset shade of sunlight
Sometimes you wake me up
And sometimes you breathe fragrances of fresh mountain streams
Sometimes you stroll into my dreams
And sometimes you whisper the autumn breeze right into my heart.
Tuesday, 18 December 2012
The journey
The farther you travel,
the closer you'll be to finding yourself.
The more your curious eyes will marvel,
The more depth you'll find in life.
To escape reality,
Is not the way to find paradise.
It is in revelling in each adventure,
Embracing each moment,
Bravely, striking the fears aside,
For that's when you will find that you are alive.
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
Sleep
When humanity paused for a moment before dawn
He heard the ocean whisper
He heard the silence of the land
He heard the music of solitude
He danced amidst the clouds all alone
And drifted to sleep as the sun kissed the sky
And strode proudly into the morn.
He heard the ocean whisper
He heard the silence of the land
He heard the music of solitude
He danced amidst the clouds all alone
And drifted to sleep as the sun kissed the sky
And strode proudly into the morn.
Monday, 10 December 2012
The Night was a Gypsy
A teasing gypsy was the night
She winked with the dawn
To disappear and tiptoe back at dusk
In the darkness, he felt utterly alone
And at the same time in her arms, she made him feel complete
She made him drunk, she was a wine
She made him forget, with her lustful touch
She provoked him to live, if only for so much.
She winked with the dawn
To disappear and tiptoe back at dusk
In the darkness, he felt utterly alone
And at the same time in her arms, she made him feel complete
She made him drunk, she was a wine
She made him forget, with her lustful touch
She provoked him to live, if only for so much.
What is ?
What is being lonely ?
Is it being by myself in the vastness of the night.
What is being lonely ?
To have people around but nowhere to cry.
Or is being lonely
Sitting in the midst of fake masks and everything yet not having anyone to care ?
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