trace the trail of the winds,
you may just follow it wherever it goes.
or chase a hint of the smokes in the air,
the path it goes may just lead your way.
but as time passes by,
it just turns into ashes,
and would you just live your life collecting dusts?
Monday, August 27, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
colours
Colours
They beautify your world.
The glitter they bring,
The puzzles they create.
Depending on what colour portrayed,
It emotes different feelings and mood.
You're like a colour to me,
Every colour all at once.
You're a beautiful person.
You're different, you're special.
They beautify your world.
The glitter they bring,
The puzzles they create.
Depending on what colour portrayed,
It emotes different feelings and mood.
You're like a colour to me,
Every colour all at once.
You're a beautiful person.
You're different, you're special.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
it's the shine
Sometimes the sun doesn't always shine our way,
Nor does the rainbow always comes to sight.
At times, the rain falls too heavily,
It drowns us in.
So all we could do is swim our way out,
And weather the hurricanes or storm.
'Cause sometimes we're in it alone.
Nor does the rainbow always comes to sight.
At times, the rain falls too heavily,
It drowns us in.
So all we could do is swim our way out,
And weather the hurricanes or storm.
'Cause sometimes we're in it alone.
Monday, August 6, 2012
sketched on a polaroid
I'm tired of running,
Because my feet can't take me anywhere further.
I'm tired of crawling,
Because my knees, they hurt.
I'm tired of swimming,
I just keep on drowning.
I'm tired of flying,
I need to get my feet back on the ground.
I'm tired of waltzing,
I don't seem to move by the beat.
I just want to stand still,
Move nowhere,
And just be nowhere else,
But here.
And not there,
Definitely.
Because my feet can't take me anywhere further.
I'm tired of crawling,
Because my knees, they hurt.
I'm tired of swimming,
I just keep on drowning.
I'm tired of flying,
I need to get my feet back on the ground.
I'm tired of waltzing,
I don't seem to move by the beat.
I just want to stand still,
Move nowhere,
And just be nowhere else,
But here.
And not there,
Definitely.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
the final straw
the final straw,
the final straw that broke the camel's back.
the final straw that,
either made you move forward,
or stop.
that one last thing that was the turning point.
that made your visions change.
the final straw that broke the camel's back.
the final straw that,
either made you move forward,
or stop.
that one last thing that was the turning point.
that made your visions change.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
no light.
Often we walk for miles,
We keep walking wherever our feet would bring us,
But we wouldn't know where to stop.
Thus we keep the walk,
As far as it goes,
Until we see no more light in the sky.
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