How much time do you intend to spend
holding on to your naïve notions of everlasting happiness?
How much love will you turn away
before you are brave enough to risk it all again?
You took a chance once.
It worked for a while
and then it didn’t.
The hours of waiting alone,
listening for footsteps at the door,
footsteps that never came,
they still haunt you.
So you cling to those memories of pain
that you let define the rest of your life.
You wear a cloak of cynicism
over your shrivelled heart.
Image Credit: 迷い子by Jun Kumaori
That night about a week ago,
when you drove me home,
I saw you smile for the first time
I assumed you had noticed my hair
and the new dress.
My heart fluttered with renewed hope.
The next few days
flew by in a happy haze;
The smile still upon your face
Then last night,
while you were asleep
I heard you call out a name
with so much longing
that I knew…
Your smile, like sunshine,
even though it made me glow for a while,
was never meant to warm my satellite heart.
How strange, I didn’t notice
what I can now clearly see -
A new love shines in your eyes,
purging every memory of me.
Yes, from now on,
bit by bit, every day,
whenever I’ll look into your eyes,
I know I shall see myself fading away.
Image Credit : Beth by Ray Dominic
It is a good life;
A life so many desire.
But it is not the life for me.
Back when I was all surface,
I was made to believe
this is where I had to be;
this, the only way
that I could ever be happy.
after an operose haul,
I am finally here.
And I feel like a fool.
when the air itself feels surreal,
do I understand,
there is neither happiness
nor peace to be attained
by living someone else’s dream.
It is a swell life;
but it is not how I want to live mine.
Image Credit : The Business Men’s Goodbye by Catrin Welz-Stein
This is a fact only known
by those afflicted with IAD* :
is a common occurrence
between three and four at night
(well, technically, morning).
This is the drowsy hour,
when often you will find
those who will not sleep
shaking with manic laughter
over a picture or a meme
that is only mildly amusing.
IAD : Internet addiction disorder, or, more broadly, Internet overuse, problematic computer use or pathological computer use, is excessive computer use that interferes with daily life.
Form of Poetry : Etheree
Or white -
Choose one box.
Boom! You are done.
You can rest in peace,
Safe within your straight lines.
But those who cannot decide
can drift – as if lost, as if free -
in the infinite grey galaxy
of dubious doubts and uncertainty.
Image credit : Living in a Box World #Daily365
I like you
and I don’t want you getting the wrong idea.
So let me make this abundantly clear.
I love my morning mug of coffee
followed by several others through the day.
I love it when it rains and
I love the sound of trains.
I love the sight of my bed
after a long gruelling day.
I love songs most people abhor and
I love reading stories with happy endings.
I love white flowers, a crescent moon,
being in on secrets, and brushing my teeth.
You… are awesome and I like you.
But unless I like you more than coffee,
please don’t expect to say, “I love you”
because it simply won’t be true.
while riding the seven o’clock train home,
two stops before mine,
I see her standing outside -
the woman with sad eyes.
she stands there.
Headphones tucked in,
ignoring all the vacant benches,
fidgeting nonstop with her phone.
she looks up for a minute
to smile at me.
Every day, I smile back.
She doesn’t know my name;
it’s the eyes she recognises.
a little after seven,
we reveal ourselves to one another
without the fear of evoking any pity.
Separated by steel and glass,
we share a few moments of solidarity.