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Saturday, October 4, 2014

Misplaced Rage

Loving someone so much it breaks your heart.
Every thought of bereavement
Each idea of separation,
When did this love transform to rage?

Misplaced rage, messed up emotions.
Fear, pain, torture.
This tragedy of love, 
Movies never mention.

Displaced rage with patience.
Lost faith, new founded insomnia.
Recurrent dreams of abandonment.
When did I become this weak?

Complex feelings, complicated conceptions.
Ill-shaped rage.
Leave me alone,
With my poor old compassion.

Love was to make me strong.
Love was to give me hope.
Love gave me pain instead,
So I never dare to care again..

Friday, January 10, 2014

The Many Me's

"Someday I am going to die!"
I realized with a shock.
This body will erode,
my brain will be go off.
I'll be burnt like logs on a winter night.

Someday I am going to die!
Will it hurt? Will I cry?
Will I writhe in pain the whole time?
Will I have someone by my side?
Will they come to say good bye?
Or will I have a lonely life?

Someday I am going to die.
What will they remember me by?
Would it be good riddance?
Or will they yearn for me?
Will there be grieving
On my final journey?

'Someday I am going to die',
A thought I had long back.
As a kid, a stranger to the world
Of time, age and healing power.
A kid I don't remember much of.
Weird How it never occurred..

Back when I was young
That you're too many, not one.
Every year, every stage, every phase
Through every love, loss or heartbreak
You shed your skin and mould
Into a new entity with the same soul. 

I visit you some times
In the garden of my memories.
Some old, some fading, some bright.
It's crazy how I see my own face
Yet find no resemblance
to that kid with shiny eyes.

I've changed without knowing.
No notice, no reminder or ultimatum.
It's funny how I used to worry
About dying a million years later.
Now all I care for is to lead the journey,
The destination hardly matters.
There are still so many Me's,
I am waiting to encounter.