itch

This was unwanted.
Yet we took it anyway.
Now leading
to our own demise.

Then, we defied
the opinions of some,
now we feel that
it was better to listen.

Shrugged off,
apparently they
were the wiser choices
than compared now.

Purely for the sake
of doing,
its just us who don't want
to drop the journey.

Even if we only
have ourselves to blame.
We will still continue
to keep it going.

Re-walk

Splashes of green and brown
as they cover me.
Warmth overwhelming,
sweat does not stop coming.

We do not dress like this,
not anymore,
like we used to do,
that was back then.


The concrete steps,
still counts the same number,
collect dusts
and lead me to the room.

It still echoes,
very much faintly,
like the many times
i tread on it.


The door remains green,
the air thinly laced with dust
and sunshine through the windows
gently flooding the room.

This used to be home,
for half the days and month,
nothing alien,
a place to call my own.


Stepping out of the sanctuary
feels a tingling feeling
holding you back,
to catch another glance.

See myself
in another attire,
basking in the sun,
with a smile on my face.


There's no point staying
when its gone beyond you,
turn around and go,
but don't forget.

This once,
i wish time would stop,
and let me savor
the tasteful memories.

Remedy in need

Felt lousy today.
Wasn't what i did,
purely what i felt.

Blame it
on the lack of sleep
that i'm facing.

Overwhelmed almost totally
by the highly
un-motivating music.

But they were
still the pieces
i enjoy more than the others.

Uncannily like a solo,
a spotlight and me,
alone.

Looking for an audience,
who can feel through,
some of what is call sorrow.

Unveil the curtains,
close them up again,
like an routine, never ending.

Seeking the remedy,
trace back to the pleasure
of good night's sleep.

Its Easy

to say give up,
to stop fighting,
to run away,
to just not make a move.

Then the question comes,
if things goes taking
a downward spiral,
what would you be saying?

Pondering over,
what more could have been done
or what was done,
but not good enough.

Would failure
have been the result
of a selfish act
or the lack of trust?

Its easy,
to not even try,
feeling that all is fruitless,
and not worth the time at all.

At the end of it all,
would you still hold no regrets,
if you knew,
that more could be done?