Thursday, February 17, 2011

somewhere near the shores of dreaming!!!!!

As the sun leaves to horizon,the mist lifts 
and fresh air feel cleansing my sorrows
i stand here godess of ego,in her command...

the conquest of emotional banks has left me strong..
Somewhere near the shores of dreaming
overlooking the cliffs of humanity

as the sea of thoughts mingle at my feet..
i dream of memories passed by
i inhale the salty scent of love and heartbreaks

But never will i entertain my soul,
a tender moment of self doubt to enter me.
For my past lessons remind me it pays..

submitting myself to this compromise.
Never again to think me less than grand.
I enter the life "enlightened," with my eyes shining...

I see the miracle in just being alive
just another lost soul trying to swim for shore
to search for something more.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

journey through the torn up tracks

All because of one dreadful night
Now she sleeps silently in a padded room...
With no memories of that dreadful night..

She might have felt herself slipping away..
In a matter of moments..
where she was laid by a mad man..

the girl of the night will not
recover anymore
to reclaim her self respect..

riding a train on torn up tracks.
she is leaving the world,
and never look back....

What's rushing by ,ohh so fast,
makes you wonder how long,
the pain can last.

she looked for a light,at the end of the tunnel,
but  felt like her head's spinning,
in the middle of the run.

The lightning is flashing,
the rain is pounding down,
feeling dizzy, sure she might have drowned.

Seems  the world is still turning around.
Searching in the darkness,
where that warming ray of sunshine can be found.

Don't know if the ray of light,
will ever come out,
but if it does,grab it, without a doubt...

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


“It’s fine,” she muttered again. “Seriously.”

Completely lost  in a pseudo world set precisely between never-before and ever-again, of course, only trying to convince herself... Though, she wasn’t doing a very good job of it...

She turned her eyes far away as she said . She needed then and she needed still, to keep the secret  thoughts that crossed her mind as she said the words... She knew enough that turning away conveyed
as much as, if not more than, her eyes did. It was only instinct, perhaps, to listen primarily to the voice that begged her to do so. It had always been the loudest.

“Fine,” she repeated.

She slowly closed her eyes... 

In the silence that followed, she could imagine letters of “Fine” floating in the air just above her head. Floating there, blocking the moon from view. She let herself think that she had sounded convincing. She would realize soon enough that she is not...

Wordlessly now, she was panicking. She was terrified of being wrong and scared of being right. She was, after all, still very much that same little girl that  never ever colored a sky without a rainbow on the page. Even before the words came, she always had images of what it should be… images of truth. She was holding on to “truth” just then, clenched tightly inside one fist, refusing to let it go. But, she thought, no one needed to know.

She reminded herself not to cry. Not then. Not yet.

After a powerful long pause came the reply, “Yes, but… it’s… not.”

She expelled an enormous sigh and opened her eyes to see if she could let herself cry...

“I know…” she confessed, “I’m just not sure why.”

Remembering back to childhood days, to the empty page… she suddenly recalled that she always, always, drew the rainbow’s outline first, sketching it in black ,white and many other colors,against a purple-blue, cloudy sky. 

Tears came fast and hard when she realized why.

“I... I know why," she finally managed. "Never mind.” 


She nodded, whispering almost inaudibly, "TRUTH".