Friday, December 16, 2011

Irony



If commitment and marriage takes the value away, why then people do it? Sometimes you wonder, can two people be together, happy, and yet thought that maybe too much of each other can break the string that glows? Do you need distance to let the feelings emerge again in the absence of what you can't have at the moment?

"The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you" - Lost in Translation. How can two people be apart because they knew they cant handle the excitement that comes with it if they're beside each other? An irony amongst the magic.

When promises are made, does that mean that one is submissive to the other? Why would people exchange jewels for certainty? If certainty cannot give you what you exchange it for, then it wouldn't be a fair trade would it?

They say it doesn't last forever, because beauty, and everything nice and amazing is mortal. If uncertainty can give you the slightest hope of it lasting, would you then risk it? Some say when it settles, it has become something real, and that that's life, but who decide as such ? Was the magic you felt unreal? If the real deal does not interest you, should you then settle ?

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Green and Brown




Are dreams glimpse of our future,
A leakage of our deepest wants,
Or just a reflection of our hopes?

You keep wondering because you can't decide
Which is it the piece that's been cut for you
Its not for you to decide, that's the thing

Spot the sweetness
Because when honesty and thoughtless gestures are liberating, you've found it
In the midst of a blurry yet picturesque complication
You discovered the green in thousands of brown

When once more time is priceless
Limitation, boundaries and complete conscious maximizes
When tolerance offers as jewels
The uncertainty has bought present certainty

Nevermind the commercialization of Christmas
Nevermind the short-mindedness of love
Lucky asses out there enjoy it and have the chance to
Because you know, it doesn't come by knocking on everyone's door

Time, is pressure
But stick around for a while
And you'll see, that maybe for once,
We are all risk-seeking beings

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Hazy


While the wind blows and your skin is exposed

Its cold, but you enjoyed it

As your mind drifts,

You wish the wind would bring you along

To somewhere you know you belong

Some place where you truly call your home

It isn't your home town, isn't where you come from

Isn't where you grew up, isn't where loved found you

Isn't where your body is, isn't anywhere you have stepped your feet on

But you know you wanna stay there

Because once you are there, everywhere you go you know you are staying


You want to be haunted by that place

With everything and everyone else where your heart belong

Light up the candle for you

Where words are needless to be said, because you are overwhelmed

Not by a surge of futile feeling of love

But more than futility, its immortality


Its the extra sheet that makes you warm

Moderation no longer suffice

It's like the triangle of pizza stolen, its no longer whole

Has it been whole along, you wonder

Drift away because you want to drift along


When words make you know, silence wake you

Does anyone understand when randomness will take you somewhere

Because beauty is random, falling is accidental

Take me there, where being no one is everything everyone wants to be


You need to not forget but sleeping fades memories

When everything else is hazy, you need to see this


When fixing is just more than communicating

Time is a cruel judge dropping the stone of burden

But hope is a cunning friend telling you it'll work

So hear me when I say, what's done is done.


Picture Ref:

by Bugsey58

http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=random%20beauty&order=9&offset=96#/d1q5h28

Friday, October 7, 2011

Gamble On


Is love suppose to be a gamble?
One which starts off happy may not, in the future.
But how can you be sure,
One that starts off struggling will end up not?

When love and comfort doesn't unite,
The stakes are higher and it tores you.
How can you love without comfort?
Yet simultaneously life tangles you in comfort, differences and uncertainty.

You have forgotten how to run as fast as you can,
The breath you used to have is giving up on you,
You remain stagnant as the coffee gets cold,
Its's gone from the best to being tasteless as it evaporates.

Every decision mirrors you to a mistake,
Happiness, you realise, is indeed, a mountain high of challenge.
Nothing is suppose to be this hard, some say,
The One who plans all these, please spare you a hint.

There's a war between the two sides,
Dwell in the present and bet your ass off in the future, or
Play it safe now and bet that the coins will be of better use in the future.
Flip a coin, maybe it'll spare you a hint.


Saturday, September 10, 2011

Space, Time and Acceptance



The past needs to be buried before you start afresh
Taking up your options is a means
Stare straight into the pictures of pain and confront it
Until your heart bleeds out every single dirty blood that stains your love

Space and time limits make you desire even more
Everything you see you thought of him
Everything you bought, you thought of having them together
But it hurts, it still does

The past along with its mistakes are keeping your future away
You understand now why people say "love like you've never been hurt or hurt others"
If the past is the mirror or a prediction of the future
Then people are stupid for falling

In a relationship, does a break even point even exist?
You think it doesn't
Because you don't even know what the signal of readiness to start afresh is
Where is the point of readiness you needed it most?

You are buying time and space,
And you hope its enough to pay for acceptance.


Sunday, August 28, 2011

Blooms



"We learn that for everything we have to give up something else, and we are taught to set the advantage we gain against the other advantage we lose, and to know what we are doing when we elect." (Oliver Wender Holmes)

Loads to read for tonight but somehow that does not come as a burden.
The fresh air and the bricks somehow have revived me
The low level buildings and the sunlight have energised me
Without alcohol, the laughter has satisfied me

We learn that there are always options
Weighing those options reflects who we are
Because we are what we do,
Equilibrium may not always be the best option

I miss home but I enjoy missing my loved ones
Because here I am, getting what I've been missing for a very long time.
Its surprising how missing someone does not always lay out your current longs
The present is here, and you are happy.

Its clear that soon the options will find you in this hide-and-seek stage
But maybe that dish could be served later.
Because fall is near and leaves will turn yellow,
Beauty and warmth is just round the corner.

Even if the flowers wither, mine is blooming.


Sunday, July 24, 2011

Price of Generosity


Time has betrayed me with work, but for now at least, that's history.
Its the start of something new, something refreshing. Maybe I need that stray and I had it once.
Now I am back on my path, but not the same path as before.

Making the same mistake does not make it even, and I hate it why not.
Watching you accepting it does not apparently suffice to put it behind.
The intention to start anew is not a decision, its a perseverance.

With a new adventure ahead of me, I can't put it together as it somehow doesn't fit.
I feel like we knew time is ticking, but we just don't lay it out.
I wish we can admit that we suck at communicating, but whats there to say?

Freedom is what we are good at, but our own happiness is what we are not.
Enlighten me please, because as you and we struggle, I do too.
Sometimes its light lifting, but other times the sudden pain crashes and it often caught me unprepared.

If our feelings do not make sense at all, do that then means we are not allowed for it?
Why not, when the feelings are real?
If it makes you uncomfortable, is that a reason enough to fix something, despite the underlying reasons which are absence of logic, strategic flow of thoughts and complicated explanations?

I wish I am generous at making the call, but generosity has a price.

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Friday, May 27, 2011

Paperweight


"Been up all night staring at you
Wondering what's on your mind
I've been this way with so many before
But this feels like the first time

You want the sunrise to go back to bed
I want to make you laugh

Mess up my bed with me
Kick off the covers I'm waiting
Every word you say I think
I should write down
Don't want to forget come daylight

Happy to lay here
Just happy to lbe here
I'm happy to know you

Play me a song
Your newest one
Please leave your taste on my tongue

Paperweight on my back
Cover me like a blanket

Mess up my bed with me
Kick off the covers I'm waiting
Every word you say I think
I should write down
Don't want to forget come daylight

And no need to worry
That's wastin time
And no need to wonder
What's been on my mind
It's you
It's you
It's you

Every word you say I think
I should write down
Don't want to forget come daylight
And I give up
I let you win
You win cause I'm not counting

You made it back
To sleep again
Wonder what you're dreaming"

What's taking you so long...

Monday, April 25, 2011

Perfume

I dreamt that my water broke and I was afraid to push.
It felt like a huge wave coming through to my face and I wasn't ready.
Realised it was a dream and was kinda grateful, it was a dream,
Then I thought, the conscience of readiness does exist.

You thought you are left behind because of the tangle you've gotten yourself into
But really, look around
You'll see, though a little foggy, that maybe others are not off the hook themselves
And maybe that's why things are the way they are

You secretly like the agony,
You can take this, you thought
Escape, denial, space and freedom sometimes seems a little hard to differ

It's suppose (or is it?) to be like the daily perfume you use
Doesn't matter whats out there,
With your eyes open and your mind free with options,
You're gonna stick around still

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

Motion

I can't remember when I truly felt I am living my life. I feel like I lose a part of me as the days go. Apparently comfort doesn't suffice and make you alive. Comfort makes it edible, but not incredibly delicious. Comfort makes you become a settler instead of a reacher. Comfort makes you feel content, not boundary pushing.

How is it possible that comfort doesnt bring assurance; when mediocre contentment doesn't make you truly happy; how can you be good at something, but not love it?

I lose track of whether this is what it's all about. I wonder whether two different songs can fit into one harmony. I wonder whether it will come with time, whether it's commitment or instinct.

I wonder, can you feel content and keep moving? Content of the motion you are in?
Stagnancy kills, your soul, if not your life. Why do we see the broken pieces only when it's already gone tasteless?

I tore inside and I don't exactly know why.

Please just be there when I am.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Living Off Today

Why does it always have to be the extreme?
How do we find something at the level where it best suits us?
Why does it always have to be 'always',
When it should be hitting it off at the moment?

Can we ever mould into the shape that fits us?
When you feel that you have compromised enough,
Can you stop where you are, and shape?

Ignorance has it's gain,
It levels off with keeping who you are.
So at some level, sit and watch the world unfolds,
Maybe it will reveal a new perspective, a new path.

So for now at least,
Live off today, revels in the luxury of short-mindedness optimism
Let worry and cares die with the fear of tomorrow.




Sunday, January 16, 2011

High-way



Imagine starting something,
One that brings excitement and hope
Something that keep you alive
Once again, you feel the wind and the smell of rain

Following through is not enough
Its not real, nor tangible
It will eat you alive
One day, you will be devoured

Some say love is a high way
after years of smooth-sailing
you need to stop and walk the road
Feel the rocks on your feet and be alive

But getting off is a game my dear
Some say you just need it to survive
You'll be tired, and eventually
Be embraced by the warmth in the same car

So walk the road dear
Feel it on your skin
bare and naked
close your eyes and taste it

And when you're done,
Open your eyes,
Come back for something real
And drive

pic ref: by luiexs
http://luiexs.deviantart.com/art/on-the-way-79934718?q=boost%3Apopular%20high%20way&qo=3