I know you like to give people presents,
Not for the praise, just as a token of thanks;
You want to let them know
How much they mean to you.

And I know they don’t think that way,
They just take all and run away;
They won’t ever care about your feelings,
Nor will they tell you how special you make them feel.

And they all leave you with a sad pile of hopes,
That never made out into this world;
Friendless feelings gather up,
Hoarded along with the tears you’ve collected.

But my dearest,
You are my greatest gift;
You don’t know how special you are,
Scared with all that kindness underneath.

I want you to know it’s alright,
People come and soon pass by;
Let bigots be bigots and haters be haters,
Let sad be sad and be happy instead.

And don’t worry, they won’t remember you,
Because if they did it’ll mean they cared;
And don’t think of your past mistakes,
Because they’ll remember those pretty well.

But no, they won’t ever call you,
And no, they’ll not wish you on your good days;
See, they just wanted to impress you,
And take all the gifts they can get.

But don’t cry if they never miss you,
And don’t be sad for the wrong people;
Don’t wish they were better,
There’s no need to tread on roads not taken.

So let us be happy again,
You’re the greatest gift I can ever have,
And honey, I’ll give away all my precious things,
Because you matter to me more than anyone ever can.


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Lately I’ve been soul scavenging;
It’s a lot like soul searching,
But instead you avoid that whole topic.
You keep yourself busy, busy, busy;
Don’t think, just do, the “productive” busy;
Avoid every question your brain throws at you;
Avoid the reasons and the inimical consequences it hits you with.

Lately I’ve been soul scavenging;
Not because I’ve lost all meaning,
But because at this time, in this situation that I am,
It is what will solve all of my problems.
Soul searching on the other hand,
Only leads to me day dreaming;
And I’ve had enough of those rainbow days,
Now rough treks are what I’m needing.

Lately I’ve understood
That crests and troughs go hand in hand;
If I fall, it’s only so I get up;
If I fail, it’s only so I learn;
And on and on, I’ll keep moving forward,
Because that’s just what I’m meant to do.
It’s about what it means to me,
Of everything I have gotten from those day dreams,
So, on and on, I’ll keep moving forward,
Because that’s how I interpret my soul hunt.

You Love Me Too…

When I look across the road
I see a part of you;
A smile similar to yours,
Eyes that look at me as you did too.
While I wait across the oceans,
Wait for you to tell me it’s all true;
All these dreams I believe in,
And all I wonder of my love for you.

I think the love we believe in
Doesn’t fit in the norms of the world;
Since I haven’t seen it,
I think it’s in permanent transience.
It’s always expanding like space,
It’s eternal like time;
Yet it feels like it’s there every moment,
As those smiles and ties, that remind me it’s alright.

I guess you feel the same;
In your letters, you did mention the pain
Of gazing the stars and thinking of me,
Of waiting for the night sky to bring you closer to me.
And I think everything is possible,
If you and I keep believing
That love is beyond time and space
And hence, we’ll meet again.

So, I’ll let every possibility be perfect,
I’ll Let them all be true.
I’ll Let go of what undermines,
Or defines,
My relationship with you.
I’ll let these moments form a sanctuary
Of my love for you.
And in my heart I’ll keep believing
That you love me too.



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The Review: The Alchemist…

Times have always been hard for dreamers. But we’ll find our way.

Dreams have, over centuries, taken up the name of “imaginary goals” for most people now. But that is not how you reach your destiny. Santiago, a shepherd, knew that his destiny was to travel. But concerned only with what he can easily perceive, he thought that he was living by his destiny. But dreams find their way. On having a recurring dream, Santiago decides to visit Tarifa so as to find its interpretation. He finds the old king here, who tells the boy the meaning of his destiny, about beginner’s luck and why one must follow one’s destiny; and that all things are one.

And thus begins the journey, aka, the struggles one faces while pursuing one’s destiny.


Santiago’s Journey

Along Santiago’s journey, I ended up learning the subtle truth about dreams, wishes, goals and struggles that nobody tells you on the road; the very fact that it’s all so necessary. There will be times when you want to give up, let things be, stay in the static and forget about your dreams. You will think that things are so hard, so maybe it’s not meant to be. But trust me, you’re just fooling yourself. Well, if it were that easy, won’t everyone do it?

Destinies are signs from the universe that direct you to what you’re meant to be. At the start, luck will favour you, so as to encourage you to follow this path. But as you come close to realizing your destiny, life will test you to know if you are worth following this road or not.

Apart from life’s constant tests, there will be struggles you face in your heart. You will get scared of failure; of what will happen if you lose. But know that if you follow your destiny, you don’t fail; you only learn and grow. It is the struggle that makes us who we are, not the results. Results are just the bonus we get for our efforts.

And then there will be love. Most of us think that finding love is the most superior goal one has…and if one achieves it, it’s all done. But what love is true that strays you from your destiny? What love makes you forget why you are who you are? Love is essential, yes, but so is our spirit. And our spirit is made by the struggles we face. If we lose one, how must we be capable of the other?

Love is there to support you in this world where we constantly search for a person who just magically ‘gets it’. And love helps you to continue in your journey.

But above all of it, there is you. There is that energy burning inside you that wants to achieve all it can. The same one you thought you lost when you were a kid. It’s still there, waiting for you to let it gleam once again; waiting for you to understand that your heart loves you and wants you to be happy.

So what is your dream? What do the omens tell you? Are you ready for the risks and challenges?

Remember, you will face many obstacles in this journey. There will be times you would want to quit all of it. But keep at it. It’s always darkest before the dawn.


Sending My Lover Some Flowers…

I’ll be sending my lover some flowers,
A day after tomorrow;
His favourite white tulips,
They let in the warmth, like lit candles.

I’ll be sending my lover some flowers,
While it rains atop the chill;
And I’ll wait to hear what his tommorows
Had to offer his still will.

I’ll be sending my lover some flowers,
The same he once gave me in pink;
The day we danced in love, for forevers
That we promised to each other at our first synchronous blink.

I’ll be sending my lover some flowers,
And hope he sees that I remember,
That he’ll always be my best luck at love,
That no one can ever compare to his love.

I’ll be sending my lover some flowers,
I’ll try to warm up that gravestone;
And hope that his favourite white tulips,
Will remind him that I’m his forever.


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The Touch of Love…

Fingertips are so unique,
And just as unique is their touch;
Some soothe you to infinite serenity,
Some titillate the senses of love.

Smooth or rough,
It depends on the games we play,
How we feel
Today and yesterday.

Traces of kaleidoscopic phases,
Captured in every touch;
All the kinds, mixed with faces,
That we wish to remember forever.

It feels so natural,
To convey feelings with touch;
No thinking required,
When you know it’s love.

The touch of love, so pure,
That it makes you shiver for all its worth;
It scares you with its belief in you,
And stresses you about what now to do.

Your fingertips tease me
To love you even more;
So surreptitiously,
Make me come closer to you.

Like ribbons of love,
As silky as melted ice,
Your fingertips
Are enough to keep me
Waiting for more;

More of what your touch can do,
More of what lies ahead;
In this ocean of tumultuous feelings,
Your fingertips guide me ahead.


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If It Is…

All day I feel
As bright as these lights,
Radiating towards me,
The sun’s so bright.
I know I’m enough,
More than enough for me;
Yet I wonder,
Is love for me?

But I don’t know,
I like things as they are;
But when I see real love,
I feel that I’m lost.
I don’t understand;
But if I ask,
I so am scared,
That it’ll disappear
out of my life again.

I don’t really know
If love’s for me,
I’m better than
Those stories of ‘make-believe’;
But if its real,
All these feelings,
I should try,
Put out, rather than reel in.

These paper chits are full
Of things I want to say to you;
But I waste all of my luck
Just wondering If I’ll fuck up;
So I tear them up in pieces,
I let them slide off my fingers,
‘love, Its without meaning’
I just let that thought linger.

I know it doesn’t matter,
My vacillating thoughts shatter
When I reach the negatives,
That brim up all my lists;
And I wish it wouldn’t matter,
But sadly it does,
But I’ll let it slide off my fingers,
As I hadn’t grasped it hard enough.

I’ll believe love’s not for me,
Than try and fool myself;
I’ll believe I’m enough for me,
That is true, I know there’s no one else;
But in my head I’m puzzled,
Because I’d like you to get to know me;
So let me know, if you want me,
But this isn’t mine to think.

So, I think of alternatives.
And the best is ‘to forget’;
Get busy with everything else,
Block these thoughts with all that’s left.
And then I won’t worry,
As I’ve let these things go,
Slide off my fingers
Into the unknown.



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