Category Archives: Thoughts

Have You Ever (3)

Have you battled with dream and reality
when both are one and the same?
Have you had to grasp
what you thought was a fragment
of reality
only it was just a dream?

Have you struggled to accept
the savages left
by the storm of life
while drowning in the thoughts
of the used-to-be
the peripheral visions
of what ifs, could-bes and if evers?

If you haven’t,
You are yet to live
If you have,
As long as there is one more sunrise
And one sunset left for you
Nothing is impossible
Hold on

Have You Ever? 2

Have you survived 

A night without a day?

Or a day without its night?

Have you just imagined

sunsets disappear into sunrises

and all you do is imagine 

the warmth of the sun

on your skin

and the soothing caress of the breeze 

on your face

not knowing when its day or night?

Have you endured 

the same view everyday?

Where the air smells the same

every minute of the day

and the light remains constant

day or night?

And all you do is 

hope for a glimpse

of the blueness of the sky?

Fingers

Unequal though we seem
Uneven even – we are complements
Fashioned of the same fabric
Not a one is complete without the other
Lines, nails, veins, bones
Colour and texture
We are equals just vertically challenged

Look not on the index
As favoured than the thumb
The ring bearer as prettier than the third
The third as more endowed than the index
The pinky as more pampered than the rest
Or the four as superior to the thumb
One missing digit deforms the parents
We are complements
Fashioned of the same fabric
Just vertically challenged.

Where Do Our Dreams Go?

I had dreamt
Life would be all sweet and colourful
A little challenge here, a little grief there
They keep the journey real and meaningful
I had prepared to be strong
Rise above all hurdles
Ignore all hassles
Who knows what happened to that dream?
‘Cos it’s farther than it seems
So far I can’t catch a glimpse

I’ve never really been happy
Not as I dreamt
I’ve had more grief than joy
Not what I saw
I’ve not attained all I’d imagined
Not as I thought
All I desire is a life so simple
Maybe not as simple as it sounds
All I have is not as I dreamt
All I am is not as I thought
Now, I’m dreaming I might deserve
Nothing more than I am
Only I’ve got more than I deserve

Who knows what happened to my dreams?
I wonder where our dreams go

Horizon

I time travelled
I moment moved
Through freezing fog
Through stilled air

Where dreams blend with reality
Where souls battle in serenity
In the deep of the night
In the depth of despair

I crossed the seven hills
I crossed the seven seas
Where lost souls hover endlessly
Where cursed souls wail in peril

I saw where the earth
And the heaven unite
There my journey begins

Let It Out

Let it out
Let it flow
Let it glow
On your cheeks
Down your chest
Be mad
Be sad
Scream some
Wail loud and long
Like a banshee
Let the wind
Ferry your fear
Far, far away
Give your grief
Worries and sorrow
To the breeze of the night
Roll them all
Into the trash
Throw them out
And let them go

The Woman in the Mirror (1)

I saw her today, this morning. I have seen her every day for as long as I can remember. But today, I really saw her, the woman in the mirror, when she told me her story.
When she was a young girl, she would only look in the mirror to check if her hair was well brushed. To see if her appearance was modest enough for the church. She couldn’t stay too long because it was vain. When she became a lady, she would sit in front of the mirror to admire her beauty. She would stare just to revel in her freedom to do so for as long as she could. She would squint, then widen her eyes, pout and pucker her lips, roll her tongue and finally gently applied her make-up. She would take extra care on her big black eyes and sumptuous lips. And then she would stare some more to admire her handiwork.
Today, she looked nothing like the girl or the lady. She is a woman. A woman who stared long and hard in the mirror but saw nothing of her exquisite beauty. A woman who now looked into the face in the mirror, beyond the face, into the woman to see her soul, her heart, her journey. A woman who bears no resemblance to the girl or the lady.

MERRY-GO-ROUND

Like a merry-go-round
I’m travelling in circles
Trying to find my way to me

I used to think everybody
Is moving on without me
But we’re all the same person
Moving in circles

Like a merry-go-round
I’m travelling in circles
Trying to find my way to me

What if the ride
Is not the way to me?
What if I don’t have
To come back to me?
What if the road to me?
Is to lose myself
Inside myself

All I’ve been doing
Is traveling in circles
Like a merry-go-round
Trying to find my way to me

Ride me home
Merry-go-round
I’ll never let go
Till I know
If this road
Leads to me