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 
    
Thursday, August 28, 2003
      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. 
 
    
