Angel

 Last night I dreamt of you

I cuddled you soft and warm

An angel in my arms

Sleeping peacefully calm

I kissed your tiny feet

As your tiny hands

Reached out to me

I held you close

Doted on you totally

I saw myself love you

Unconditionally

In a perfect world

Where love triumphs

Unimaginable as it may seem

This beautiful spring

You would have been

My reality…Not given up

Like a lost dream

Done with loving...

Penned sometime ago ... shared today

"I'm done with loving 

done with giving 

without receiving 

When it's gone 

nothing else matters 

Love is a game

it breaks...it shatters 

 a game of lies 

of selfish desire 

a path of roses 

to a raging fire 

I could learn 

to play too 

take you for a ride 

I could lose it too 

this thing called pride 

My lesson I've learnt 

my broken heart nursed 

Yet I won't wish 

upon you a life cursed 

There in the depths 

of all my misery 

you've occupied 

a part of me 

Let me be... set me free... 

No more pain 

for your selfish gain 

It isn't you, is it? 

It's I holding on 

It's I not letting go 

Its my weakness 

and i'm letting it show 

I'm done with loving 

done with giving 

without receiving"

DREAM...

"Hmmm…this particular poem may seem a little vague and I cannot elaborate the circumstances and situation that prompted the lines below…it’s not as easy as it seems…to forget…even if there is no one to remember…the dream is never easy to let go…"

A dream that lasted a day or two
A dream woven around you
But you were never meant to be
A dream I wish I never did see

Yes…God works in mysterious ways
And…I know in just a few more days
You'll be a distant memory
Even though you were a part of me

Alone I can't hold back my tears
Alone I confront my worst fears
I never did know you...see you...hold you
You didn't...and you don't exist
Yet I loved you...and I still do

“If one does not understand a person, one tends to regard him as a fool.”

I pick up subtle hints...
I'm not a fool you see...

I can only be oblivious when
I'm not aware...
If you choose to percieve it
as I don't care...

That's not my problem is it?

I don't have ESP...
I can't sit here and
sense you're not okay
I can't sit here
and know it all...no way!

Lack of communication
is the reason why...
When I reached out asking why...
I got no reply...

Did you intend for me
to hear it from others?
To be the last one to know?
Fine so be it...
But don't come back and
throw subtle hints...

I don't know what hurts more...
The fact that you never told me why?
Or
The fact that you expected me to know why?
Times like these I don't even know
why I try..
waste my emotions...
why do I cry?

Tears come easy...
but not my ability
to deal with
emotions so
crazy...

I'm not a fool?
I think I am...

You make me believe ... I am...

Goodbye...

Love isn't always the only thing to sustain a relationship. I agree it's "the reason" why two people get together but it's not "the only reason" to stay together. Sometimes, we walk away from it unwillingly. The lines below try to grasp that feeling of "letting go"...

I know that look...

that..
look in your eye...
it makes me
wanna sigh

I know that touch...
that
touch of your finger
I simply
want it to linger...

feeling your breath...
down my neck...
smiling...
feeling that simple peck...

my head resting...
resting...
on your arm...
quiet moments...
moment of...
bliss..
ecstasy...
of peace and calm...

Feels like a dream...
Don't want to wake up..
Not now...
Not ever...
Reality brings me back
to the present
forever...

Walking away..
knowing...
your eyes following me...
I won't
won't
turn back...
my tears won't be
for you to see...

Friend

The one thing you can't predict is when and how love simply happens between individuals. When friends fall in love, it could be the start of a wonderful relationship or it could spell disaster too...esp. when they happen to be committed elsewhere already *sigh*... the lines below simply try and capture the frame of mind of someone caught in a similar situation...

Every time I pull you close

you walk
away ...
This is no game
that you and I
play ...

With words we weave
our own magical
tales ...

Solace we find in
each other
when all else
fails ...


We live
We play
with each other
 We give
We pray
for one another

Imagination takes us
to a different
place ...

The truth hits hard
the truth we...
you and I
must face...

We lay bare
our hearts...
Yet we can't help 
but care...
for others
unaware...

We walk apart
with nothing
but
regret
in our heart...


A wicked world
A cursed word
"friend"
Is this it?
Is this really?
The End.

If I Die

I wrote this straight from the heart and I mean every word expressed here. One thing though... I do believe thinking/speaking of death is bad omen...and this was the one time I made an exception to pen down these lines! It is but obviously for the special someone in my life...

If I die,

Would you cry?
Why?

Because you love me?
Because life won’t be,
The same without me?

But ask me what I really want
If I were to die baby
I’d want you to,
Grieve for me just once
Then look at life ahead.
You may think you can’t
But life always moves on
After a long dark night
There’s always a beautiful dawn

When you think of me
I want you to smile
Memories
Pleasant, sad, crazy, happy
Flooding your mind
And just for a while…

Think of love…
Of our times together
Don’t regret that we,
Lost forever…

Think of the chance we got
At sharing a love
That truly was,
A blessing from above

So baby if I die…
Don’t you cry…ever
Know that… I will love you…
Just the same…forever

At the bus stop

This one came into my head while I stood in the bus stop waiting to pick up my lil boy ... I don't usually judge my poems but I there's something about this poem that I really do like a lot although it is a little sad...

I see you
On my way
To the bus stop
Everyday

I don’t know what it is,
The look on your face
Like you’re thinking…
Or lost looking into space

I don’t mean to pry
But you always catch my eye
There's sadness there
In your eye

Makes me wonder
Who … what hurt her?
These thoughts cross my mind
While you make small talk
With another child’s mother

Your eyes meet mine
You give me a smile
Was it my imagination?
Or did I see a teardrop shine?