Sunday Afternoon, after the rain

The rain went away,
leaving puddles of water,
on the open ground.

Like fragments of a broken mirror,
reflecting the sky above,
and the white clouds floating pass,
like a herd grazing on that field of blue.

We do not see the wind,
but its there as we see,
the clouds moving fast.

The world stays lighted,
though the sun is not in sight
and now waking from its slender slumber.

Simple Night

I feel at ease,
having the singlet on my body,
the wind blowing against me,
carrying the scent of the night.

The rounded moon in the distance,
shining brightly,
and despite our chase,
is always out of reach.

The shadows of the trees,
casted by the street light,
as though challenging each other,
both reaching for the heights.

The road that leads straights ahead,
empty with not a soul in sight,
on a second look do we see,
a perfect scene formed by the light.

The clouds coming floating passed,
trying to shield the world,
from the gentle moonshine,
hiding everyone in the night's embrace.

I am here,
at ease with all around,
good night.

Life/Death

Often we would talk about facing death in life,
but sometimes its in death that we see glimpses of life...

Consider this like a summary or a walkthrough of the emotions and thoughts that has been with me for the past days.

Thoughts of disbelieve and denial was probably the first that struck,
feeling helpless as the whole story unfold right before your eyes,
knowing that control is impossible but a miracle is hoped for,
wishing that it was all a dream right from that phone call,
but somehow knowing that its a struggle to go through,
and its real, getting closer as the clock ticks.

Rationale has lost it way,
sanity searching for a path out.

To think that once i thought about a certain 'beauty in death',
now i'm facing the aftermath of its onslaught past.
A gathering long waited for,
a reunion long past its time,
at what expense did we pay to meet its due...

Tasting like regrets and lament alike,
what we attempt is like trying to heal a scar,
which rose from a blade of remorse that pierce our hearts,
was it a purely a reaction to ease the pain,
as we try to right a wrong...

Often in cases when death strucks,
it takes away more than just one life,
also the ones closest with that departed soul.
A gap left from the leaving which felt like,
the acts of a thief from the shadows,
beyond our grasp and even our world, perhaps.

Anyone will inevitably leave a part of themself,
with those who walk the journey of life with them.

Forgetting.. forgetting..

It came one fine day,
where everything starts to feel so bleak.

Have we just forgot what is excitement,
or is it the senses dull by the many other additives,
that has come our way this far.

Have we just forgot what is meaning,
or is it the value slipping away,
from our hands and mind alike.

Have we just forgot who we are anymore,
or are we vanishing into oblivion,
waiting for someone to find us again?

Have we?

silence

Emptiness is never empty,
for silence lurks within.

The sound of thunder echoes through the room,
backed by the cold air lingering all around.
Silence then comes creeping in,
between interval rumbles of the sky above.

Recalls a time in an abandoned room,
with sealed windows and closed doors.
Silence then has filled the little enclosed world,
its strong presence consuming every sound made.

I once felt that silence was loud,
literally breathe taking even for a short instant.
But could it just be the reminiscence
of an internal struggle with silence.

Sometimes hiding behind all other sounds,
seeping in when it finds the chance to.
If only one would stop and really listen,
then would one know than it is all around.

Just If?

What if the idea that we are in a simulated world was real?
Just like the matrix of some sort.

Seriously think about it...

I just had a most amazing yet scary dream recently. Dreams tells us a lot of things i feel so i'm taking this pretty seriously. In some sense, or whatever is left.

I dreamt that i was in a dream.
And in that dream i was trying to wake up from a dream.

Sounds nuts to have things like dream within a dream but it just happened, somehow.

In this dream scene, i was trying desperately to wake upself up,
i could feel myself feeling for my limbs, moving them and trying hard to open my eyes.

Nothing responded,
and then i heard voices,
something or someone knew i was getting awake
and they're trying to get me out of consciousness again.

A painful struggle but i finally managed to get control and force myself awake.

Then again,
this was just like what i experienced a while back,
where i managed to regain consciousness where in my sleep.

So what if...
we all 'woke up' one day to find that it was a dream all along?

Time Lost

For a moment i felt,
that time once again,
have been deemed wasted,
on play instead of work.

But to look at it again,
purely its not just play,
but a gathering of minds,
that i have just attended.

But who is anyone to speak,
of wasted time and lost hours,
where no man is a master
whom to judge upon the actions done.

Everyone

There's no going,
there's no meaning,
if we aren't there together.

We took the path knowing,
we'll have one another,
through the journey.

Its not about the destination anymore,
wasn't in the first place either,
its the staying together that counts all along.