Aligned

She came into my life as if she was already there
A lifetime of emptiness filled with a stare
A sweetness only seen in the richest of hunny
A nature of beauty worth much more than money
A touch, a kiss, forever lasting bliss
A smile, oh that smile, it could melt you in a instant
The closer she gets, it starts to feel distant
Her movement, her grace, her love, her passion
Excitement is rising, a child inside
Keep her still for too long it’s like she has died
Complex yet simple, confusion like rain
Coming in from all angles, fast, heavy, I wipe it from my face
Just get me an umbrella
It’s just rain
It will pass
Then sun. Glorious sun

– A poem by TB given to me. 🙂

7 Aug 2017

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Hagia Sophia, Istanbul Turkey Aug 2017

Patterns are to be erased.
Burned, hoping all remnants will go away.
Determined despite pessimistic.
Some things have to change.
Something has to be done.
Not knowing that despite how many times the structure is ruined,
Crashed and broken,
Visions and stories of the old
Will continue to live on.
Like a scar on the surface.
Like a heart that is broken.

Soon healing.
Soon tears will cease.
Soon the crashed shall re-form.
Into a stronger and a more captivating gem.
The one impossible for just anyone to bear.
It will be able to stand all the tests of time.
It can beguile kings to desire it.
It will make the greatest people hope for it.
It will, however, never belong to anyone else.
Only to the one who formed it back.
Only to the brave who decided to jump!

Over

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Stuck and Game OVER for this cow,  Interlaken, Switzerland June 2017

Vindicating your disregard with novelty.
New life, new work, new people.
The hopes I have,
Everything will be coming back to how it was before,
After all these have subsided.
Future that seems to never come.

Vindicating your disregard with adjustments.
Filling my mind with hopes.
Uncorrected, unintended, unforeseen.
Temporary this will be, I told myself.
Mistake.
It’s been forever.

Vindicating your disregard with suprises.
Your nailed lips never even whispered,
Surprises you never even imagined.
Hoping for your presence to arrive,
You never have, never will be!

Vindicating your disregard with my love.
Finding comfort on what was and not is.
Satiating the days between our exchanges.
But reality remains….

The bloody red curtain has dropped.
The show is over!

18 June 2017

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View from Harder Kulm, Interlaken, Switzerland,  June 2017

Sea of blabber,
Broken glasses everywhere.
She could hear her breaths,
Obstructed.
Ambulances from all corners were ignoring her.
Above her, she could envision traditional lanterns from the East.
Strands of her hair were dripping tears.
Her muscle fibers were crying in grief.
Mindfulness in pain.
From stealing her sunset away.

19 May 2017

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Shifen Waterfalls, Taiwan, 13 May 2017

Strings of rejections,
Discouraged sometimes.
By events and humans alike.
Like a river which flows over and against rocks.
Rock’s eventuality is erosion.
Water will never keep still.
It will flow right through the endless ocean.
It will nourish trees of the wilderness.
It will fill up your veins, and even brains.
It will evaporate up to the sky!
The more failures, the more detours it may have, the more exposure!
I will be as calm yet as effective as water!
You will feel me, but you will not know I’ve touched you until your ‘rock-ness’ is crushed into ‘soil-ness’! Not that being a soil is bad either!
Let’s just be!
Water or soil.

– Says the “a little bit of crazy, a little bit of a fool, a little bit of lonely, a little bit of all” —–

4 May 2017

Silhouette of an old tree,
Backdrop of the sun slowly setting,
Half of my body’s mired into a quicksand
How do I get out of here?
“Why do you want to get out of here?”
A voice from behind suddenly spoke.
“This view is what you’ve ever wanted”
“Stay.”

I looked around and found nobody.
Only the dirt turned into crystalish blue water.
Like the sea or the sky? I wasn’t sure.
I turned mobile.
I was able to pass through it,
Closer to the tree.

Closer, the tree looked ordinary.
It wasn’t as magnificent as it was far away.
I wanted to swim away again.
But the blue matter turned into boiling blood.
I could see half of the people enjoying the heat.
Half of the view was poignant.

I could smell my own blood.
It felt like I was slowly melting.
Is this acid? I asked.
Am I burning?No.
The wounds were healing fast.
The scars it created formed like an art!
It looked beautiful.

I couldn’t decide.
Should I keep staying around here?
Or do I even have a choice?
Am I not paddling away enough?
Am I not running away forcefully enough?
Am I really stuck?

Humans, we never have enough!

For now

I dived into the wilderness,
Under the earth’s deepest trench.
Swimming endlessly.
Meeting creatures, after creature.
They all want my flesh.
I am getting tired.
My lungs are almost empty.
I am drowning peacefully,
I accepted.
I am almost dying.

I closed my eyes and said my last prayer.
In my final moments,
I want to visualise love.
As I open my eyes again,
A bright creature appeared.
Unknown to me, it smiled to my face.
Hope came to grace.

This creature’s life reverberates
To the core of my being.
Like an invisible CPR.
Without touching me,
It feels like it’s bringing me to life.
I do not know how or why.

Those flesh-eating monsters just observed.
They let us stride smoothly without interrupting.
They didn’t attempt to attack.
I could see their wild tendencies,
But they all just look frozen.
Or maybe, they aren’t.
I’m just not afraid anymore.
For I am behind this unknown brightness.

I am blinded by the light this creature elicits.
It saved me under water.
I am worried.
When it’s brightness wears off,
Will it have the same killer fangs?
Will it squirt poison too?
Will it kill me too?
Or will it just continue to take me away?
From this trench of mosters I am in?

For now, Iam just grateful for it’s existence.
I survived for a bit more!
I survived for now.

Swipe

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Simplicity of exists, Door in an alley in Marrakesh, Morocco, Feb 2017

Her mom and dad met through a friend.
In her mom’s dormitory, her dad was beguiled.
He never let her go from then on.
They knew what love meant in their twenties.
By choice or by circumstances,
They decided to stick through happiness and hardships.
That was the norm.
To see what was good, choose, decide then commit to the decision.

Fast forward, thirty years later,
People rely on visual cues and finger’s movement,
To gamble,
Emotions at stake.
Overloaded with choices, to decide seems absurd.
Choosing and standing by the decision seems to be a stupid mistake.
It breaks hearts, families, sometimes sanity.

The norm is no longer to stick through happiness and pain.
It has become, to run away as fast if his hair isn’t what she expected,
Her breasts aren’t as perfect as in the photos,
He is into computer games.
Her movement in bed doesn’t feel right.
He doesn’t drive her dream car!
She doesn’t drink, and dance and party!

Superficial reasons become grounds to race to the exist door.
Selecting by eliminating seems to be the perfect method.
The problem is, choices are abundant.
In the ocean of faces and graces,
How and why would one still choose?
Trial and error and error and error.
Right doesn’t exist anymore.
It’s all just mistakes!
Stupid human mistakes!
Tiny weaknesses viewed as enormous barriers!

Stability of friendship and ambiguity in commitment.
Design of the future became the reality of today.
Traditionals break the most.
Conformists enjoy.

Kisses, goodbyes.
Touch and go.
Trial and error.
Enter and exit as fast as one could.
Wrong, they aren’t.
Love is universal.
Be it commited or not.

But reality remains, that in this framework,
Despite it’s beauty and convenience to most,
It hurts a few.
That one percent in this vast ocean of choices.
Could probably be counted by human’s ten fingers
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two,
Me!

I was wrong for him.
Whilst I thought he was right for me!

I swiped right!
He just LEFT!

Morning question

I saw this yesterday morning:

(I wasn’t sure of their names) An ordinary bird watching a singing, beautiful bird in the cage. I wasn’t able to take a photo because I was rushing to work but it made me think , would you prefer to be an ordinary bird outside the cage, free but common or a perfectly bred one with sought-after looks and talents yet caged?