I have written many different poems, stories and blog posts on “Love”, but this one is a very simple, ‘from-the-heart‘ piece in which I wrote about what “love” really means to me. So, I believe I this would do justice for the post on “L for Love” 🙂
Sometimes telling the truth could shatter everything you had. Sometimes things go beyond your control, while at times, nothing really happens as you expected. There will be times where you think this is the end. You wouldn’t know who is at fault, you wouldn’t know whom to blame either..
You may think it’s a dead end, but there will always be a tiny scintillating ray of hope that makes you want to push the envelope;
To find your way through the thorns and mud, for sunshine and a brighter day..
The piece below, is very personal to me. I was skimming through my 2014’s journal this morning and I found this! I thought it was okay to share it with you all.. It is a long list – a questionnaire, where I found myself left with no answers for every question that kept hammering my head; something that only time can heal and only time can explain….
Too many beautiful dreams..
Too many endless ambitions..
Having waited all these years;
Can they all be wasted like this?
Is this my fault?
For having lost it all?
Should I have stayed quiet?
Shouldn’t I have told the truth?
Am I just born to be this way?
Or is there ever a twist in the tale?
I hoped there will be sunshine;
I dreamed for a better life..
The more I hoped, the more I lost..
The more I dreamed, the more I cried..
Am I being awakened to face the bitter truth?
Or should I believe that spring isn’t far behind..??
How about a ballad / prose poetry about Frustration?? 😉
This is the first time am writing something like this. Hope you like it !
Yes, I see you walking along the pavement near the fourth block. The one we once christened “the cherry blossoms-camouflaged-ethereal beauty”. The place where we first met and wrote a fresh chapter. The spot where we first held hands and walked together towards a new direction, yet along the same pavements. Ah, I remember the sweet nothings we shared, the endless conversations that we had; they still echo in my ears, like a song from a faraway radio.
Ridiculous, is this world of ours, that now I could see you right in front of my eyes, just a few feet away; and what seems so near is now so far. This virtual distance between us and the huge crack in my heart, engulfed by the depths of frustration – “Frustration”, yes, as I stand in the middle the cross roads, the cherries remain the same, the pavements are ever winding.. you still walk along the same block, but towards a different direction; holding hands, yes, but not mine anymore… “Frustrated”, yes, for having been so naive, for giving it all with nothing left to hold on to, as I walk away, alone, along this ever ending pavements…