Train, Take me away

I turn around
looking at the distance
between the station and I,
which is getting wider.

All at once,
a voice came from inside
shouting out load
'Take me away,
bring me somewhere else'

Next thing I knew,
my eyes were set
on the metal tracks
upon which my train followed.

Taking a last glance,
the station becoming smaller
and faded into colors.

Who knows what lies ahead
but things felt a bit lighter
as the train
continue its way
towards the next station.

Stranded

For that while
I find myself unable
to fathom the rationale
for my actions.

All that impulse
that stem from emptiness.
And who says
you can't create something
out of nothing?

I was feeling like I had nothing
coupled with a wanderlust,
that was in need
of being extinguish.

Won't search for anyone familiar
because I'm trying to hide
another aspect of myself
that is crawling its way out
through the jagged and broken edges
deep within my heart.

Once again I feel stranded.

The Days in Green: Time

We lay down listening to the same old songs,
And flipping back the pages of memories.
Time moves on,
Have we?

The Days in Green: Travelling Thoughts

And here I am beside my window looking out.
I saw the blue skies and the white clouds,
With birds flying past.
Beautiful.
The sun shines and if one look up into above.
Nothing could have seemed so perfect.

By the shore,
The waves draw near sometimes,
Birds on the shore picking up their food.
Cool breeze follows.
What’s more to offer?
Other than the passage back home.
But where,
Truly is home?

Under night skies,
Stars twinkle,
With the moon hanging just beside.
You can see the shadow of the moon;
The darker half partly hidden from sight.
Countless stars,
Endless twinkle.

The moon is down,
But not yet.
Not tonight.
It shines on.

The Days in Green: Night Thoughts

Are you feeling cold today?

The wind coming through the window greets me,
Bringing about an uncertainty within.
Felt so uncovered,
So vulnerable.

The rise to anger,
The hidden thoughts.
Fear grips,
Emptiness cripples.

We’ve crossed days without even realizing the dates; Just waiting for the end of each day. Dates didn’t matter anymore, becoming just a number. Now we only go by days of the week. Nothing else matters. Not all the time though.

The Days in Green: Jetty Sight

On the jetty
Cold wind blows.
The sun shines brightly
But it’s just ever warming.
Coastal water sound so gentle
Nothing could sound better.

With that in mind,
I could always imagine,
The sight of me going back home
To where someone is waiting for me,
Or is it so?
I wonder.

The Days in Green: Recall

I could feel like having that apple pie,
Like how it went as it was in our song,
During the lunch after our little walk,
Now all that’s left for me are marches in these sets of green while
Basking under the rays and shades of leaves.
The dance of life has died down,
What rises is a choreography that will tell of our new life here.

Shall I hurry back home,
Will I get to see you missing me so?

These songs are not songs or lyrics to take our time off,
But expressions, desires and dreams to what we left with home.

From the Days in Green

A near forgotten collection,
almost thrown into oblivion.
Found again by chance,
with much surprises.

To realize,
that the writing started,
a good long time ago,
just to ease my thoughts.

No Grey

Black or white,
no shades of gray.
Straight or crooked,
alignment stays the same.
Light or dark,
shadows are unseen.
Hot or cold,
there's no lukewarm.
Yes or no,
without a maybe.

Either this way

or the other.

Nothing else to consider.

Out of Reach

We all know that running
is never a perfect option.
No matter how far it is,
distance does not remove the problem.
We still have to face it someday.
Despite knowing the fact so well,
I still made it a choice to
run.

Don't talk to me about it,
I'm not the almighty mechanic
set with tools
with imbued powers
that can get anything fixed.
I'm just mere mortal,
of flesh and blood,
and emotions contained.

What is in you
is well beyond me,
out of my reach
to fetch a fix.
All that is needed,
is within,
your search for
the key.

The rest is up to you,
the stage,
yours for the taking.
If you don't,
who would?
No one.
And nobody can,
other than you.

Beyond my powers
and my strength.
And throw in my patience too,
all that I'm running short,
to make another save,
another attempt
to lend
a hand.

Purpose

It spells the reason,
to take action,
to go forward,
making sure
you are still in the game.

So how does one react,
when purpose is lost,
fulfilled,
or still left there,
yet to be found.

Then does each breathe
or beat of the heart,
amount to a senseless act,
which should have been
done without.

Shall you fail
in your purpose
or life quest
that some would address,
then what's next.

Does one become a living corpse
carrying on living,
seek for chances
of possible redemption,
in righting what was wrong.

Did the sky got bigger?
Or is it falling?
Rather much like
the crashing down
we had before.