Thursday, August 28, 2003

all of this is true
he likes the same bands as you
all of this is true
he had been waiting for you
all of this is true
he's almost just right for you
in this world of fakes
all these seem true

in the evening when the city lights go out
in the morning when the trams start moving
in the afternoon when the lunchtime crowd gathers
i am oblivious to all around me
when you are as pretty as you


how soon is now

seems like yesterday.
introductions were made.
names were etched.
impressions created.

just today.
farewells were said.
tears of joy glided down our faces
dried by the winter winds

we met in winter.
we bid farewell in the cold.
once again.

in the blistering cold.
allow me to say thanks
it was nice sharing my times with you both.

attended a convocation in the last weekend.
regalias. flowers. pictures. photos. speeches. what happens after all these.
your graduation day is the day you look forward to,
yet shun on the day itself.
fear of being swallowed by the society.
fear of the pull of gravity.
fear of the mundane future that greets you in the face.
plastered by the unspeakable joy of achievement
fearing the future i dont
fearing losing the courage to dream
is my greatest fear

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

the song of us
the song for me
sing a melodious tune
hum a striking chord
bringing us back to the day

splatter splatter rain drops
threading across puddles of water
yelps of excitment
cries of ectasy
love so richly in the air

the weathers warming alittle lately
the coffee doesnt turn cold as soon
but somethings remain the same
i still sip on cold coffee.
regardless of the seasons of love.

Friday, August 01, 2003

a bitter ache tears my heart
as the mind searches for stories old
regrets sink into the brains
blaming the undone.unseen.unbalanced.

i try to remember her
i try to remember the past
i try to remember anything but the last
i try to remember her now without the sorrow
trying to dispel myself from the physical pain
trying to remind myself
her freedom from cares
nana, i see your face at every turn and bend
of the pathways of life.
thanks for watching me by.