Smiles

Feeling the rain in my skin; in my soul
Ocean before me beseeching the plunge
I smile. Pure bliss waits in the cool depth;
Losing touch, reality just a dream
The jump was flawless; the depth a miracle
Blues and grey combined; reflecting in my eyes.
Seconds of joy; sky meets ocean in little pellets
I close my eyes; weightless; cold sweetness.
I’m a dream.

Moon Walking

Never really understood the greatness of that particular dance move when watching as a child. Didn't really realize that i was watching the man who initiated the walk; a.k.a. the greatest entertainer of all time; Micheal Jackson. I was called boring, never considered as a somebody. And then suddenly I'm on the air. suddenly i am an entertainer.

Realization: even a boring nobody could moonwalk on radio if you try. It's with naive anticipation that I believe I can, and prove those who said that I can't, wrong.

Pretty Yellow Blossoms

Walking in endless windings of yellow,
A maze of comfort and setting sun;
Hypnotizing auras of little blossoms,
Smiling,yellow; stationary in the wind.
She felt the soft petals; caressing the warmth
She lies down amongst the Yellow
Feeling the breeze warm in her skin
Watching her dreams playing in the sky.
She just preferred it that way.

* * *

Eyes peer through the blossoms
Pretty in yellow, glowing for miles across the sea
He felt safe, surrounded in sun;
He lay there, finally at peace;
No more reasons to run, he smiles;
A boy; a fugitive, camouflaged,
Wearing shiny big black boots;
Reflecting the Yellow joy.
There're no more wounds in his hiding place.

RULES

A thin horizon, surrounded in black,
Pages of unsatisfied blotches,
Geometric ink lines; boundaries,
Where does she run in black and white?
Flipping through hopelessness; a thousand creeds,
Writings in entangled thinned wires
Numbered to be memorised, only to be broken,
Once the sleepless blinks.
Closed in; trapped and beaten,
No where to turn; falling between thin black walls
She tells of her life; short. Un-rebellious.
Stuck in her dreams; her nightmares.
Her pages; her creeds; her rules.

Hello

She stretches out her hand,
hoping that it would be seen above the crowd;
blindly pushed around
she struggles to breathe,
pacing with the stampede
cornered amongst laughter and anger,
different tongues; her mind circles
drowning in the shouts
she cries out; unheard.

Cucooned

Crumpled in; stuck in a world
where reality; life are mere shadows
surrounding; dancing in the light
before it fades away into the darkness.
Colours sprout within you
you wonder if it's a mirage;a dream

Breathing in breathed air
you wonder if you're alive; seen.
Struggling; "am i strong enough?"
striving, pushing until,
a blinding light fills in
and the shadows danced no more in the green.

Documentary on Dreams

Dreams always tend to vanish, even in a strong and stubborn mind. Facing mockery and discouragement is never easy, and may even cause one to crumble; or else, to rise up above all. What sets a living dream apart, are the nightmares that came together to make it a reality. It’s never sweet. But unless one lives and strives for a dream, one has not lived at all.

Hop Skotch

Tinted windows, darkened room
her eyes peep through the narrow curtains torn in gloom
Lost, she takes comfort in the shadows
She remains hidden, living in the dark.

Colours shy away from the numbness,
Dust becoming one with the sorrow
she sees no hope in the warm sun, and games
she watches the world in black, white and red.

Explosions remembered in the night; skies turning to fire
her monsters scream; she has no peace
Her wounds are still raw; her scars too deep
she is incomplete in her life; in her sleep

her tender smile lost in the sight of toys
she is trapped within the walls; she cannot run
framed in two wooden poles, she looks away from the world,
as she hops across the room away from the light.

Imprisoned

I hide to escape reality;
I put on a new mask, a new identity,
Disguising my tears with laughter.
I start out to begin a new life,
But i can't take it anymore.
I run away from my sadness
Pursuing the desire to be happy once more,
But even a fugitive cannot run forever.
One day i shall fade and be forgotten;
One day i shall fall and never wake.
I cannot prevent that.

Secrets and whispers of the dark remains in me,
Ready to be placed beside me in my grave;
Pain, anger and love, buried in unity.
I have hungered for a love i know i'll never receive,
I have desired for a care so deep that it's impossible to reach.
Burdened with the unforgivable truth,
I watch the world pass me by,
Every second as unfair as the next.
Will i ever find the peace, the serenity; the sanity?

Angel's Symphony

Through out the heavens, filled a voice
So beautiful, so sweet,
singing of the good news
Of the great love, of the Almighty.

An angelic figure
stood in the middle of many clouds
Drifting into the distance
To fill its melodies in the world of man.
To place a word of love,
To plant a kiss on each of His children
So that they may feel their Father above.

Come down Angel Gabriel,
Sing God's symphony into our ears
So that we may be pure
Cleansed by our Father's grace.

The Blues

Flickers of blue reflects before her eyes

Colours; photos in shades of blue

Oceans, serene and beautiful,

against the cloudless blue sky.

She plunges into the blue, deeper and deeper

So beautiful; Creation surrounded her

In shades of blue; reflections of waves and light,

Turning into deepened darkness.

The soft sand, the rocks, and corals,

turns blue; a darker hue.

She floats away, lying on the soothing current

Watching the blue glitters of sun;

Drowning in the beauty; in colours of blue;

Becoming one with the deeper hue,

As her eyes close into the blue.

Pale Angel

she sits alone in her room
no one to run to,no where to hide.
drowning in her fears and “sacred” thoughts
she would sink into an imaginary world
once again she escapes into the darkness
there is nothing to lose…there never was..
in her world laughter and love danced around her,
there,hope is full of youthful joy
everything was beautiful;she was beautiful
she was so high…as angels sang her to sleep..

there she felt at home,she felt love
she felt so alive…
and as she slept..she felt no more..

a pathetic soul
she remained drugged in her sweet hallucinations..til,
her innocense destroyed her as she craved for more
her life is too hopeless;too many nightmares,
and now she is just a mere shadow..
still hiding in the dark..
she will never rest.

ps:many people have lost their lives to hard drug addiction..what people don’t understand is that…they just wanted to forget…that’s all..and they did..they are gone now..and forgotten.

Doomed Lullabies

The wooden floor creeks as the cradle rocks to and fro.
a mirage smiles, watching the moon..
no more pain and separation
just a smile is visible…
laughter is seen but not heard..
so tender and beautiful,
untouchable to human hands.
it feels so close…yet it’s so far..
it smiles and plays..
until it sleeps..
and as it fades away with the shadows,
its mother cries for more…

The Painter

It’s just another painting,
full of colour and wonder
A trail left by the painter’s brush;
It’s hard to see the desperate strokes
In the bright reds and blues, and colourful hues.
Nobody sees the expression of the painter’s hands
All withered, discoloured, and pale.

Gasping, he reaches for his brush
Hoping and praying, that
The splattered colours; his canvas
Would give him life,
So he may live for one more day.

A Young Girl

Fields of colourless flowers
Staring at the wide, blue sea,
Sharing the beauty of endless love;
Two young eyes,
Clouding the darkness with light
A young girl; raw beauty.
She smiles at the stars beyond;
Reach towards the dove,
Flying across the sky,
Cradling the sun.

A young girl; an angel so fair
Lay your head on the wind,
Colour the rainbow, with your delicate touch.
Run down the mountain, streaming silver flames;
Colouring the shadows, with imaginary light.

Never cry, young girl
Fill the day with showers of laughter
Colour the wilderness, whispering a prayer.
The eyes ignore such beauty;
Envious that nothing could compare.