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.

Tired

A day spent,
working away,
my body feels,
the call of fatigue,
inching into every part
of my limbs and joints,
slowly it creeps,
to that of my soul,
alas i can't help,
but to seek some rest.

Despite having all the possible enjoyments that can be found all around,
it seems that the cure to fatigue and exhaustion is nothing but a call for some rest,
perhaps somethings just have the solution lying in the simplest of stuffs.

All i crave now is my bed and time away,
from the conscious and the awake,
a chance for me to be 'out of my mind'

Black Light Bulb

Ever seen one before?

Here's how it looks like:

To me,
the black light bulb,
represents a soul,
ever shining,
despite being overwhelmed,
by darkness all around,
bringing to the world,
a different kind of light,
illuminating up the world,
in a manner of its own.

SHINE!

Wasting Life

If there was anyone, anywhere talking about wasting life away,
I'll show them an example:

ME

Living without giving your best is as good as wasting it away.

Haven you ever think how things could have turn out if for every single thing,
you would just put in that little bit more,
even if it was just another 1% of effort?

It could have turned out better.

No one can ensure that,
but it sure beats doing nothing.

Experiencing the moment fully,
embracing what comes your way,
truly living,
without your heart swaying.

Live.

Human Kaleidoscope

What makes the world spectacular could lie in the endless possibility of perspective that different people can offer.

Every new point of view, every new combi shows the path to an entirely different way of thought. Just what you can see in a kaleidoscope, every rotation results in yet another newly discovered pattern.

However different people can be, its the real differences that draws people together.

The Mechanism

This would sound selfish and inhuman.
But here goes:

Did natural disasters occur as part of nature's plan?

If humans were to be the greatest problem for earth,
being the one who tries to interfere with nature,
changes the environment to suit their needs,
and becomes the destructor and pollutants.

Is mother nature considering them to be the source of her stress?

And thus creating nature disasters that tries to eliminate or reduce the source as a self preserving mechanism?

Its not pure coincidence, or is it?

Memory Gaps

I've felt like i'm losing memory,
leaving gaps in between where i no longer know what happens.
Like an empty entry where only the date is left.

If one day i forget about myself too,
would you help me remember me?

Imagine if this was like a beginning to a syndrome,
where you memories gets erased every 25years.

Would that be sad?
Or would it be nice,
if you had things you never want to remember.

The Messengers

They came,
Carrying the messages of love,
Bringing the news of joy and
Sharing the fun all around

I'm touched not by angels,
but by the many messengers that crossed my life,
each with messages of love, joy and fun.

Hail!

Mum's Cooking

Eating at home has now become some that takes place probably only twice a week, seems enough to make it look insignificant.
But while having my mum's cooking for lunch today, realize something:

i finished my lunch in an instant.

Its like 'Wow', who the heck actually bothers to get concerned with something like that?'

'Yeah, who would?'

'I did.'

i have never ever in camp or outside, finished my meal in such an instant. Was it the subconscious side of me grabbing that every single chance to enjoy this home-cooked meal? Possible.
After all, its cooking that has been tasted since young, nothing ever more familiar.

However simple the dishes, that is where it is closest to heart.

The Six Degrees of Separation

"Six degrees of separation refers to the idea that, if a person is one step away from each person he or she knows and two steps away from each person who is known by one of the people he or she knows, then everyone is an average of six "steps" away from each person on Earth."

This is going to be like the two sides to an arguement.
While technology have brought the world closer together, the theory of the six degrees have probably been proven right.
But have the distance between people shrunk as well?

Technology one hand could have provided easier way for people to get to one another in terms of ability to communicate without having to be present physically in a meeting place. But considering that more than 90% of human communication lies in non-verbal commnication, isn't technology bringing down communication between people to a less effective level?

The Parallel World

Here's something that i gotta say has slight influences from what i've been reading and stuffs along that line.

With natural calamitites happening around us in such recent times, it does occur to us that this world that we are living in right now is currently experiencing its deepest level of stress so far and that its releasing all of that stress in the manner of more-than-unnatural weather.

If let's say the world would throw out all its stress in a parallel world so it does not reach the actual one we are in to cause destruction. But seems like the stress that is being dealt out right now is probably too much for this parallel world to experience and its over flowing to where we are right now.

The path to self destruction, as once mentioned, is that where this orbit could be heading?

restart

deleted all my previous post on testings and stuffs,
gonna start anew.

throwing in my thoughts, dreams, words,
i'm somewhat trying to make an archive of myself it seems.

what lies in the road ahead, we have to travel to find out.