Part 7 - Presents

Count on surprises,
to bring smiles to your face,
cut that frown away,
shall there be one to begin with.

Deeply amazed at the feat
brought by the many,
at no synchronization,
actions unmistakeably in tune.

The needs or wants,
all well answered,
though no clue or hint
was ever given.

That all,
forming perfect matches,
as though all of it,
was tailor made.

Even if all gifts
were not to be there,
presence of your
shall already make me glad.

But don't take that totally
and skip the presents all together,
for I very much wish
to be surprised once again.

Part 6 - Celebration

The time is set,
the place is set,
and the people seems
to be coming in set.

Surrounded by funny wallpapers,
games from the shelves of collection,
and then the menu
pointing towards food and hint of payment.

Jam of the music,
beats hitting award,
add that couple of failed attempts,
and you got yourself a new band.

The game that took ages to explain,
met with its demise,
as the end came prematurely,
at the closing of a plan.

Snapshots and shutters,
the flash and the glasses,
moments are taken,
for everybody's share.

When coffee is out of reach,
go for the ice cold dessert instead,
they prove more than enough
to bring a smile to anyone's faces.

That should conclude,
the evening that we all gathered,
what's left could possibly be,
another of it next year.

Part 5 - Actual

Could say its a date,
nothing more than numbers,
except the fact,
they exist commonly on calenders.

Like all things we dealt with,
the meaning only exist,
when we allocate to it,
a value that we make sense of.

So this day didn't stand out,
hours and minutes rushing past,
like they do year round,
no attempt to hasten or slower.

As much as I tried
to have it over and done with,
my mind gets clouded,
with ideas sprouting away.

At last out of my expectations,
the problem was solved
and went on towards an ending,
that couldn't have been better.

Came to Talk: Kind

I trust that we are the kinder people
who wish to lend a hand to those in need
but to continue to sustain this helping hand
some form of self preservation is clearly in need

Came to Talk: Save

Sometimes you have to tell yourself,
that if you don't learn to save yourself,
there might be no one else around,
when you need to be saved.

Came to Talk: Existence

The butterfly flutters
from flower to flower
enjoying nectar
and summer shine.

But one must remember
its the butterfly that exist
and thrives
for the flowers.

Part 4 - Cake

Highlight
of the night.

To mark the day,
you came to stay.

Sweet as it would be,
every mouth fills with glee.

One thing that i see we all share,
that tells me a bunch of people really care.

Part 3 - Wishes

Cancellation,
one after another,
off my list.

Thinking very hard,
to replace each of those
struck off entries.

Did yours diminish
like mine did,
to the verge of disappearance.

I could find nothing more,
for all I needed,
were by my side.

And anything more,
would just be a chase,
that is as good as it last.

Part 2 - Candles

Five hundred
Twenty Six thousand
and Six hundred.

Ticks of the hand.
That we are subconsciously
being surrounded by.

Blink and its over.
Just make sure you don't
find yourself where you were.

Now it just feels like,
all they do,
is to pass us by.

Part 1 - Card

No.

Can't see where its going.

Or that.

I've lost interest.

Simply put it.

Let's just do without it this time.

Rain, Wind.

Long time,
since the writing
of rain came
visiting this space.

Perhaps back then,
there was
pretty much nothing
to write about.

Now these,
strong rain
and heavy wind
came blasting.

Read those words,
and point out
the mistakes
if you do see them.

It was deliberate,
just felt that
we do not have to be
right all the time.

Why won't you,
take a chance
and celebrate
failures with me today?

Maybe you would,
and we can sit here
staring at raindrops
and listen to the wind.

Coming Danger

Its bound to come,
no matter what is said.
Be the intention kind,
or just a product
of unforeseen circumstances.

Slip away to a corner,
or the shadows unseen.
Stay low stay quiet,
as you disappear
from their memory.

Stand strong and fight back,
even if what comes will sting.
That you got to,
be able to endure
the possible pain.

So when it really comes,
what do you do?
Hide away or fight?
There's no wrong or right,
only what you really do.

it all started with a bad choice

Which lead to a trip
to a destination
that should not have been at all.

But lucky the way
things had turn out,
else we are all in for grumbles.

Old friends
are no doubt reliable, and
constantly surprising you in every way.

Took a long walk,
down tar layered tracks,
heading down along unfamiliar roads.

Long time since
we last walked so much,
for no one else we knew were keen on such.

In search of food,
brought us far,
finding our way back to a once upon a time stop.

Had our fill,
paid the bill,
mission accomplished and back to home we chill.

zzzzzz

Z-z-z-z-z-z-z
Is that what we really say
when we get to sleep?

Or does it happen
or possibly delibrately
being used to denote an ending.

Just like how the alphabet
does similarly
as the final one of the series.

Search.

Kept my eyes open,
on the lookout,
in front of me,
a huge crowd.

Tracing back to
a familiar place,
trying to relive
memories from younger days.

Back then,
things were simpler
and probably with no clues
about the future.

Every single time here
was about fun and the team,
till one day I saw,
you across the street.

It was like natural response
yet so unreal,
as my eyes
were simply drawn to you.

The way you performed,
that stood out,
displaying character,
that i very much sought.

The first step the toughest
made me ponder over and over
before i dare make the
unforgettable venture.

That took care of the start,
of how we met,
what follows was not great,
but not entirely bad.

Perhaps a matter of personality,
likes and habit,
that put us poles apart,
then i realize we can't bridge.

Throw in distance.
and reduce the time on hand.
We are not measuring speed,
but the heartache separation can land.

Days followed where I felt,
that things can't go on anymore,
took the plunge,
and whatever we knew just took the fall.

Try erasing the hurt,
but the memory will still last,
for its never really possible
to let go of the past.

I could remember being like the dwarf
who was so taken by the white lady,
Just to see her once again,
he became the first of his kind to cross the sea.

So what would i do,
if once again i see you.
The words that comes to my mind,
are distinctly few.

A little hope still exist,
if we could turn back time
take a different turn,
through another choice.

But where are you,
where are you,
I'm searching,
keeping my eyes peeled.

A-D, F-L, N, P-T, V-X, Z

Can you please turn off the lights,
I wish to be in solitude tonight.
Solitude, not alone alright.

The latter is much more saddening,
as solitude is of your own choosing,
alone is when people start leaving

YOU.

Nothing ever feels right nowadays,
conversations with no words to say,
and the skies a constant shroud of gray.

Food would taste milder,
the world all sound softer,
creates the feeling there will be no longer

ME.

Un-Worth-y

She makes me feel
worthless,
undeserving,
when she goes about her rantings.

The each and every little thing
which brings you down
to a level of discomfort
one would very much want to get out of.

Needless to say,
the doubts and uncertainties
that clings on tightly
and floods your head with unanswered blanks.

Now it all gives the feeling
of being an item in a shop
stripped of a label or price tag
because its believed never to need it.

We could have done without praises
but these words of unjust criticism
shreds me to pieces
without any mercy given.

Sadly this is only one of the reasons
this soul continues
to scream out in silence
in the dark and lonely room.

Would You?

If you would, if you would,
Be my valentine,
For I really wish I could,
Call you mine.

We don’t have to wait
For fourteen days into
The month to celebrate
Joyous days that are coming through.

Simply a yes,
And that will do,
For there’s nothing that can best
Any other words from you.

Well, other than ‘I love you’.

The sun, the moon,
Or the rainbow’s sparkle,
Name it and they will be yours soon,
Even faster than any starlight twinkle.

My feelings is akin,
To that of a summer’s breeze,
Enveloping you as it blows past your skin,
But all I want to do is to bring you smiles and glee.

No one else that I’ve seen
Catches my eye
This is something
I can’t seem to simplify.

All I say is truth be told,
Awating a reply I desire from no other.
Even if it’s just a nod,
That will suffice in filling my life up with colors.

So would you be my valentine?

Short Script

The little words that bonds we,
Now feels beyond my reach
Blurring the sight of you
Despite all is still in view.
Rekindle the memories,
Light up the flame,
Don’t leave me stranded,
Like a lost man on the beach.

Walk Till Time Stops

Past the dawn,
through the plot,
sheltered by canopy of green.

Lamps stood along the way,
into the dimly lit path,
where shadows follows.

Pair of footsteps,
greeting the park,
though the fallen leaves.

Dried and cracked,
they littered the ground,
like a carpet laid for guests.

Air was getting steamy,
but the walk still keeps on going,
so long the path does not show an ending.

Till the stairs the path leads,
underneath the starry night sky,
with the luminous moon nearby.

Gazing at the worldly bodies,
speaking of now and the then,
wouldn't it be nice,

if time could stop at this instance.