wish you were here

i’m sitting by the window
watching the sun fade away
it seems beautiful
but I guess it would be better
from the promenade
but the feeling of being alone
would be the same
i wish you were here

i’m sitting at the promenade
watching the fireworks
illuminating the skyline
with each burst
a riot of colours explodes
radiating on my face
i wish you were here

i close my eyes
and imagine you here
your hand in mine
your chin resting on my shoulder
your breath on my collar bone
i open my eyes
i wish you were here

who's miracle is it anyway?

We go on all our lives waiting for a miracle
Experts say every moment is a miracle
You just have to look harder
My eye sight is very weak I guess
Does waking up each morning count for a miracle?
Does the fact that you’re waking up mean something to someone count for a miracle?
Does falling in love with someone count for a miracle?
The only question here being – whose miracle is it?

torn between two

i’m staring at a blank screen
wondering what to write
i want to write about him
but all i can think of is you

you walked away
when i needed you the most
and now that i’ve found love again
you come back to reclaim your place

you didn’t say why you’d left
you don’t say why you’re back
what is it that you want
i wish i knew

i don’t want you back
the decision is made
then why does hesitation
pursue my trail

i try to reason
but there’s no logic to love
and then the question hits
am i in love?

maybe i am
but is it you?
i cannot say anymore

I’m alone
walking into nowhere
just following the sunbeam
that lightens the way
making it easy
for me to see
the beauty of His creation…
yet i blind myself
for the fears i have inside,
take over
compelling me to hide within…
lack of love
lack of companionship
i walk forward
following the sunbeam
which inevitably leads me to the dark…
it’s windy and i’m cold
i feel more alone than ever
but i continue walking
with hope of something better
pushing my way through the dense branches
suddenly i emerge into the light
a white ray
as i look up i see the sun has become white
and the sky dark
contrasting each other
the darkness now seems beautiful
i lay down on the damp sand
and gaze up
searching for the artist Himself…

He does not understand
The ache of her heart
The want
Of his love
How must she make him see…

Her forlorn eyes
Patiently waiting for his return
Sometimes letting a tear slip by
Before finding her composure again
How must she make him see…

She doesn’t understand
Why he has turned his back
Her heart doesn’t know any reason or logic
Her heart only knows to love unconditionally
How must she make him see…

Has he found another?
She has no complains
All she asks is to know
Whether another loves him as much as she does or more
If only he would tell her
She would rest peacefully, but
How must she make him see…

Words can never
describe the pain within
only the eyes hold the secrets
each action
each trait
dominated by the lessons
learnt from pain…

below the surface
insecurity bursts like the waves
with every moment comes
the desire to scream
to give way
to emotions locked with time
resentment waiting to explode
and yet the lips remain sealed
its contents that are waiting
to pour out
can destroy the characters
in the play of life
this is the story thus
knowing no end
the hurt faded away
the wounds concealed
the pain buried within
secured by a lock
no knowledge of the key
let it not be found
its safer that way…

All you do is be yourself
Someone you’re afraid to be
Someone you’ve never showed before
Nobody has ever understood
They always seem to mock
Then you came along
And made it seem nice
You made it alright
You made me your world
You became my friend
Each moment without you felt incomplete
My days filled with your words
And my nights with your thoughts
My hand entwined in yours
Whenever we were together
And then in just a moment
The warmth of your hand vanished
Your fingers left mine
I opened my eyes to find
That you were gone
In the darkness of the night
I saw your shadow in the sand
And your fingers entwined in her hand
The ocean fills up with my tears
The thunder steals my cries
I wait at the point we always met
With bated breath
And floating hope
Someday I may see
You walking towards me
To hold my hand again
To complete me…