At first glance, they look so beautiful and so perfect
And even after lingering for a while
They can still fool you
But look closely at their details
All you’ll find is fake-ness
Perfection is just a facade
Nothing in its beauty is real
It’s all for show
It has no life
Nothing but paper roses…
I wish I knew then what I know now.
This phrase keeps repeating in my mind
I’m not entirely sure why.
Perhaps I’m tired of this life
I’m tired of the daily grind
I’m hoping there’s something more for me
More I’ve yet to find
But I feel so guilty for being dissatisfied
I’m supposed to be thankful for what I’ve got
But is it really so wrong to wish for something more
Something better that I haven’t got?
I don’t want money or fame
I just want to feel happy
And if you say happiness is up to us
Then we just don’t agree
Most times, the people you’re with affect your happiness
And this is very true for me
I am not happy
And I for this I have no remedy
Because I can’t change the other person
It’s an impossibility
And I can’t say a word
And I have no allies
And I can’t leave the world
I.
Am.
Trapped.
The ebbing and flowing of the tide
The coming and going of the time
The rising and setting of the sun
All these, in Love, you shall find
The brightness and darkness of the sky
The lightness and heaviness of a sigh
The happiness and sadness of a child
These too, in Love, you shall find
So...
Know how to trust
Know how to forgive
Know how to understand
Know how to give
Know how to be selfless
Know how to be mild
Know how to be patient
Know how to be kind
Know all these, and Love, you shall find
~ 2001
When can we go to that silent planet
and watch the sunset set the sky ablaze?
When can we be at that place?
When can we float on that sea of thoughts
and count the stars that no lights dim?
When can we be there and dream?
When can we walk on the soft red slopes
and sit on that soil of peace?
When can we be surrounded by its breeze?
I'll come with you, just tell me when
and live with you (though we should die)
In the red sands of closeness, dear
Where we can hear our breathing rise amongst the stars
~ Christmas 2000
Poetic Ponderings 