Trails I left.

05 February 2007:

Those raindrops that fell,
those candles we lit.
The memories we had,
were never too vague.

Those roads that crossed,
those stars we admired.
The days we spent,
were never too serious.

I took a step,
that seemed so mild,
but I didn't expect,
it pierced so deep.

A wrong decision,
you reckoned otherwise.
A touch of love,
for the next one.

Hence I realised,
I miss you so.
Now and always,
and even the past.

A foolish mistake,
I've said it thrice.
To make you return,
it seems so nought.

I still want to say,
I miss you so.
Will you come back,
for me, my love?


10 February 2007:

Everyday, as dusk falls on me, I fear the night.
A sense of emptiness awaits for my arrival.
My mind starts to wonder, lingering into the past.
Far stretched to 17 September 2005.
Those memories are etched in my heart.
Those memories were enriched with our love, protected by our minds.
Till now, they are still revolving around me.
I refrain myself from having my thoughts running wild.
How naive of us, to have the same mature sentiments once.
Something we can never fufil now.
It is hurtful, I have to endure.
My heart is aching, beyond my control.
I love you, I shouldn't have.


27 February 2007:

Time has past,
you broke into pieces.
Confused, I am.
Aches, I feel.
Sitting on the fence,
to probe you,
or let things by?

You stared with an emptiness,
and I swept my sight away.
Our shoulders brushed briefly,
like leaves whispering softly.
A mile apart, but your smell stays.
Yearning a glance of you,
but I never saw your shadow again.


21 July 2007:

When I was younger,
it felt as though I owned the world.
Holding my mind above the sky,
roaming around each inch of earth,
wherever my legs would bring me to.

Moshing in concerts,
hooking up those whores.
A Casanova, I ever was.
Frisky, frivolous, a sick state of mind.

And life, sailing along the breeze,
with everything just beneath my feet.

Now that I'm older,
absurd misfortunes befell on me.
Robbing my happiness away from me.
Distraught and helpless,
that's all I can feel.

Relying on inventions just to live.
A flair for art,but a statue myself.
My pride was trampled a thousand times,
being mocked as 'The Frozen One'.

An insignificant withered leaf,
a beating heart that deemed so dead.


12 October 2007:

Now as I announce the fall of dusk,
my delicate heart has quietened down.
I drew the curtains of my eyes,
while I queued for slumber land.
Awaiting for a dream to appear,
yet a nightmare was indeed arriving.
I awoke with an instilled fear,
and swirled away from reality.

Dream is an urge, nightmare is a fear.


16 November 2007:

Past has passed, and gone.
You threw me away,
and worn me out.
What is left behind,
are merely words that kept are inside.


Those hidden words behind your face,
they speak the truth of your woven lies.
Those false smiles that you portrayed,
sent me straight to a city of delusion.


28 January 2008:

That cold stare reflected from your eyes
That forceful smile drawn across your mouth
The stale air that hovered in between
The seeming stillness kept as apart


29 January 2008:

Trying to distant myself from the sprinting love,
yet the crawling takes me breathless.