As the beautiful sunset captured my mind,
My eyes were focused on the glowing shine
I heard the innocent purr of a feline,
A voice that turned my vision blind,
The weather was fine,
The scenery was divine
I turned behind ,
And continued to dine,
And that's the bottom line
Coz Stone Cold said so !
-1997-
This is the worst ending I've ever given to a poem.It's so obvious I ran out words which rhymes with 'ine'.
A Closed Chapter...
The silence of the night,
Inspired me to write...
I scanned my feelings,
I focused my mind...
Yet, the words with the right meaning,
Were not easy to find...
In a race against time,
I had to make it rhyme...
So is it really worth it?
Or am I just wasting my time...
Shall I brake with tradition ?
And just jot down what comes to mind ?
It's either or neither,
I guess I'll go for the former...
Ain't no simplification,
Ain't no exaggeration,
Just emotion,
Just pure expression...
Indeed,it was an endeavour,
That turned out to be sour...
It involved a person of the opposite gender,
Who possessed a charming sense of humour,
So sweet was her smile and laughter,
That I was completely turned over...
I sensed that we were growing closer,
The feelings grew stronger...
Yet,I refrained from crossing the border,
Something told me,
not to pull the trigger...
I could not afford to tell,
For I did not want to go through hell,
If things did not turn out well...
But when I did pick up the courage,
Hope turned into rage...
The unexpected no was uttered,
My self-esteem was shattered,
I accepted defeat,
In a gracious retreat...
It took time for me to realize,
That it was a blessing in disguise...
For this is just another chapter,
In a book called life...
I just have to turn the page over,
And not be down,
But be in the strive...
-2000-
I like to write on sentimental subjects,thus this piece.Not that it has anything to do with me... :) ...Besides describing the emotions involved,it also highlights that failure is not the end.
The Emptiness...
It's six in the evening,
And I'm still in the mourning...
The whole day was wasted,
And I don't know why
but I feel jilted...
The mistake is mine,
But still I feel blind,
I don't see the wrongdoing,
I can't see the reasoning...
Is it that I'm in oblivion ?
Or am I simply being deviant?
Yet,in times of need,
Love and warmth is elusive indeed,
I guess I've just got to proceed,
Though there's no space to breathe...
Call it a divine plan,
Call it an unfolding of events,
It is happening....
The warm hug that used to be frequent,
The gentle kiss that used to be given,
Has left to be memories that are now forgotten,
Has changed to be merely a dream of the present....
With the pressure mounting,
With the challenges increasing,
With so many things changing,
And with no one bothering,
There is but a way,
To put thoughts into say...
Enter the beauty of poetry,
Which takes out the sombre and the solemn,
And injects a sense of freedom,
Yet,at the end of the day,
The emptiness is here to stay,
For that is the price to pay,
For a love life that has gone astray...
-2001-
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