musing on quarter night

The tempestuous current in front of us upsets me, I wish there was a way for me to pick it up, pack it in a sturdy ruck sack and toss is somewhere far away, without a single worry for its return.

But I guess that’s not possible.

I guess this is one of the many things we’ve to go through together, whether we like it or not.

There will always be paths we take and choices we make in life that will either break us or make us stronger. I hope that we know and choose the latter .

There is no one to blame.

They Say it’s always easier when there is someone or something to blame. But I can’t blame you and you can’t blame me;

So I guess we end up blaming life and the little cracks in between.

I don’t want you to feel dejected, and despondent. I guess I don’t want to suffocate, and trample you with my stagnant and protective life. I’m sorry I can’t do anything to make you feel better, though I really wish I could.

I guess love just isn’t enough to turn someone’s sunken cheek up, Love isn’t enough to hold two people together

inspite of their differences.

I guess sometimes there’s really nothing much you or anyone can say and do.

I guess time is an enemy we need to learn to use wisely and love. Time is an opportunity to believe, nurture and grow, Time can be a poison as much as it can be a medicine.

I guess hope is not for deluded and the blinded; hope is for the seekers and believers. I guess there will always be a glimpse of hope in this already wrecked life.

Because without hope, we will all lose;

We will all die a little inside.

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Meteor

You were like the meteor

That Descended into the atmosphere with such an incredible force, your light so bright, it blazed the inky black sky.

Everyone stood in awe admiring the spectacle on the dark shores of the night sky.

What a magnificent sight it was .

Then, all of a sudden, it come crashing down, tearing through the unexpecting ground, among the admirers, without a tiny shred of mercy.

I never understood and I think never will.

How something so beautiful could also be so ruthless ?

I want to be . . .

I don’t want to be

The name in your blocked list , and neither do I want to be a forgotten contact.

I don’t want to be a phase in your life, or your flavor of the month. I don’t want to be forgotten smudge of a handprint on your window pane.

I want to be

Dried lavenders you keep between the page of an old romatic classic, and I want to be the beautiful handwritten letters that you keep under your pillow, holding them close to your heart at night. I want to be the pearls from a broken necklace you’ve been treasuring for age, your wristwatch that you always wear on your right hand.

I want to be

Sweatshirt that carries your fragrance and be an old blanket that keep you warm on a cold winter night. I want to be reason behind your smiles, and I want to be your muse, be someone who you think about on your lonely night.

I want to be the girl in your story, which you will very fondly tell your children before their bedtime, under the starry night sky, a light smile playing on your lips while doing so.

(Artwork By unknow)

Sigh (Collaboration with Ahtisham’s)

I wonder……
Will I ever be whole again
How could I….
When a part of me
Has been taken away by you

I wonder…..
Will my eyes ever feel the touch
Of the sun again
How could it be…..
When this rainy season
Seems won’t go away

I wish…….
For you to listen
My silence
I wish……
For you to hear
My inner voice
Calling out your name
Screaming in pain

But….
You keep walking
And never once
You turned to look me in the face
Savagely….
You ripped out my heart
And left me here
To die with your memories

By Ana *—————-*

You wonder…
You are whole with a cute Aimma’s
I lost myself in the tradition of life spam

Why you wonder when i am always in you
How can you vanish me when you know the rain will slip out me away from your pupil garden

I can listen & wish could do as well to fulfill your inner most wishes so will never scream again

I been always there for you yet you watched how i walk away
If i ripped out your heart you know that was never my wish

I never wanted you to die with My memories

By Ahtisham

Pictures by unknown

nebulous

She sits on the escarpment of time, with the wind of her past hitting on her back, wishpering into her ears; supplicating her to learn from its mistakes, while giving her a reassurance that it will help her step forward.

But the view in front of her is nebulous, concealing her path from her eyes that seek to make sense of future; the destiny they are unsure of.

Yet there is thrill to the discovery of oneself, of all the experiences to have and emotions to feel.

Her heart sing as she jumps of the precipice, inspirated by the parachute of her present, of the world she has built, that promises to take her gently to the landscapes and vistas slowly reveiling themselves beneath her feet.

Modern fairy-tale

And the Princess fell in love with herself.

And she had her own castle.

And she won her own battles.

And she was known as the most fearless and mightiest queen in the kingdoms far beyon the seas.

This was the modern fairy-tale.

Dedicated to all you brave princess out there who are fighting through all the bettles of life on their own.

Remember, even if it seems you can’t lean on anybody, you should still stop once in a while and take rest to gather back your strength.

(Pictures by unknown)