Sunday, August 1, 2010
Me
I love being myself
But I strive to be different
I thrive on passion
But still fear possession
I want to attain peace
But thrill is what drives me
I favour myself a lot
But contradict myself the most
I fight my own self most of the time
And win & lose the battle at the same time
I love to look attractive
But don’t want unnecessary attention
I live like there’s no tomorrow
And I don’t care, as if today doesn’t exist
I am me
Because I cease to be myself
I hold myself back
Because I want to fly away
I love to be with people
But I still adore my solitude
I like to be held on to
But I still want to be free
I will go away
Because I want be with you more
I want you to know what I feel without saying,
But I don’t want you to read my mind entirely
I will run away
Because I don’t want to leave yet
I love talking over the phone,
But fall silent when I am with you
I am me,
An assortment of contradictions
Monday, July 26, 2010
Living forever
Energetic like the sea
That dances in elation, when the night falls
In an effort to touch the moon
Free as the wind
Flowing swiftly as it can,
To meet its beloved
Warm as the first rays of the day
That travel miles
For just one touch of the earth
Lonely as I am
Even amidst a crowd,
Where do I search for my destination?
The reason for my being..
What am I surviving for…
The riches.. the fame..
or just for being a part of the game
Some say what matters is the end
Some say that the means matter
But ever considered what matters to us
What do we look at more the end, means or
How do we feel throughout?
A smile, a glance,
The joy in a trance
Small things that matter
Big issues, that fail to make a difference
Life’s about living,
Not preparing to live forever.
Energetic like the sea
That dances in elation, when the night falls
In an effort to touch the moon
Free as the wind
Flowing swiftly as it can,
To meet its beloved
Warm as the first rays of the day
That travel miles
For just one touch of the earth
Lonely as I am
Even amidst a crowd,
Where do I search for my destination?
The reason for my being..
What am I surviving for…
The riches.. the fame..
or just for being a part of the game
Some say what matters is the end
Some say that the means matter
But ever considered what matters to us
What do we look at more the end, means or
How do we feel throughout?
A smile, a glance,
The joy in a trance
Small things that matter
Big issues, that fail to make a difference
Life’s about living,
Not preparing to live forever.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Lonesome as the moon
As I look unto the moon I realize,
the similarities we share,
and the solitude we bear.
As I walk into the moonlight
I feel lonely as the moon cradled in the sky,
far away from everything, up above so high.
Waiting for something timeless,
Something that only the almighty can bless,
Like the moon that felt lost amongst the stars,
Searching for a true companion, someone at par.
But years of exploration,
succumbed into more waiting,
In the end we finally discovered…
A companion who never left us,
Our solitude, which we grew to love,
And even missed it, amongst a crowd.
It is with us whenever we are alone,
Now it feels like a companion so known
I even talk to it at times,
What would have happened,
If our solitude was gone
At times even shuddering at the thought,
We would have been so forlorn
So here we are loving our solitude,
The ultimate companion we could choose
The one that never shall leave us
And the one that we shall never lose…
We and our solitude spans the sky every night,
It the joy of the company that the people call moonlight…
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