Them and Me.


I write these words, hoping to have a therapeutic transaction between us. Them and me. Themā€”the wordsā€”to go away, and me: to move a step closer to more steps ahead. I tell myself, “I write for myself.” Yet these steps are a never-ending stretch of fatigue and the thought of you reading this, quickens my pace. So is the work of thoseĀ enthralledĀ with words…or so I hope.





what is it about moments lost.
sought our own demise but
we are riders of the league of
hopers. no more can be said
of the lost in their shells,
thinking they are riding to battle
but moments ago we too were
a league of the demised.

You sigh as the clocks tick by.


Here, There?


here, there; where are you now?Ā 

All was lost when you wouldĀ not beĀ found

We are the outcomes of thoseĀ hopeful tales

Hope was lost when youĀ could not be around.

here, there; where will I go now?Ā 


(p.s. school assessments = infrequent blogging šŸ˜„ )

Let Not Burst.


Looming atop our heads are things so many, so different:Ā subjective worries. The constant poke to your brain. Reminder that to battle a time of incoming trouble, you must stopĀ your current state of peace. Willingly rid yourself of happiness so not to have it snatched away from you.

Sometimes we do not wait for things to work out, to make sense. The fear of happiness being killed has killed happiness more times than anyĀ other trouble ever could.

RealizeĀ this:
Needle in hand, pop a balloon on will.
Or have it unknowingly poppedĀ behind your back.

What’s different?
The method, sure.
Yet both reach the same conclusion:

A burst balloon.

Because, to haveĀ hope despiteĀ how ever bleak the world may seem,Ā is perhaps one of the hardest featĀ to conquer.

For itĀ might not always prevent the ballon from bursting,

but at least it will stop you from being the one to do so.



P.S. Shifted to a new city, new house. Thus a new post so late. šŸ˜¦ I will try to write more about this whole change as soon as I get internet that doesn’t most of the time vanish into thin air! šŸ™‚