AWAKENING

Awakening

The lush greenery around
the friendly faces
that i saw
slowly bewitched me
and lulled me to sleep.
i walked about and around
dazed by the beauty
presented to me.
some called me lazy
some carefree
i walked about relishing
and reliving all that i had missed
and thought all evils were unassociated to it.
time betrays eveyone
by its facade
it stands still, we say
while mischeviously it works
contemplating on our fall
the second you lag behind it.
I was awakened
but for the best
and lessons it taught me
that behind beauty lies the dreaded darkness
will be the last.

back to square one.


10 months of vigorous training.

CRY

shimmering drops
ice cold
taste the sparkle
wound and salt
fingers reaching slowly
the eyes flicker
crystallised drops
on the fingers
electric
time to reflect...

What's up?

Yea, what's up?

Sleep don't come easy, I toss and turn about in my bed. What happens then? get late for my class next morning. Sleep is sweetest in the morning. Leave the sweetness behind and trudge your way through another weary, bleary eyed day. Sleep when you don't want to, get up when you don't want to.

trying to find a way out of this maze of a life.

Hands - JEWEL


If I could tell the world just one thing it would be
not to worry cus worry is wasteful and useless
in times like this
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
will gather myself around my faith
for light does darkness most fear

My hands are small i know
but they're not your's
they are my own
and I am never broken

poverty ... still wears golden shoes
but it didn't steal ur laughter
and heartache came to visit me
but I knew it wasn't ever after

we'll fight
not out of spite
for someone must stand up for what is right
where there is a man who has no voice
there I shall go sing

my hands are small I know
but they're not your's
they are my own
and i am never broken.

DECONSTRUCTING ME

Subtle hints
wavering consciousness
unable to digest
the worm inside
claustrophobic
you rush outside
and meet
indignant disgusted eyes.
Subtle thoughts
hammer incessantly
rush out once again
eyes shut tight
and stumble through the
glaring corridor of eyes
meet the lips
and your world shudders
hold on for a second longer
trying to protest
to your own gullibility.
Macho me, feminine me
optimist me, pessimist me
pretentious me
fight all day long
I am superman
but never god
cast a spell
the whole world at my feet
I am a medley of life's songs
orchestrated and choreographed
by my Karma.