a daylight dream

October is my most favoured month of the year, dated back to the days when I was fifteen years old and suddenly looked up at the sky and found it starkly ultramarine. It is the month in which the world says goodbye to its summer memories and moves on to another phase of being— and in such a detrimental time, October does it so gracefully, inspiring me along the way. I’m almost always inclined to go towards the best in October and be the version of myself that I aspire to become; the journey is worthwhile and beautiful. October defines itself by beautiful pristine mornings and clouds, carried by a northern chilly wind that caresses my skin, allowing the temperature to drop a few degrees. I would always look up and find something wonderful, designing a smile and make it form on my face. One thing I also love about October is that it gives a chance for the silk floss trees to blossom so wildly in white and pink flowers, adorning the streets with jovial colours. I would w

I barely slept last night; my eyes wide and spirit floating in the atmosphere with glorious joy. I might have closed my eyes but I could not keep my mind still, it was constantly rewinding the beautiful moments of the day that preceded us, creating a million narratives written in terms of pure love. And I am so proud of you, dearest. A few hours ago, you have finally reached your dreams after what seemed like an eternity. After years of trying hard and willingly working towards it, you have attained your ideal, touched the horizon of your visualisations you conjured up as a young kid. Now you’re here and I cannot be more proud, my dearest one. It wasn’t easy, was it? How many times did you come home frowning, encompassed by the disappointments of failure? How many times did you feel as if you were never going to figure it out? I understood, and I grieved along, too. I knew that there would come a day, but I couldn’t promise when. I couldn’t determine when you would finally

I come home in you, Like a beautiful sunrise, I come home in your smile, And your oceanic eyes, In your cheeks, Like clouds against an October sky. I come home at night, As worlds are silenced and while, Your mind sparks in epiphanies, Igniting as you share them with me. I come home in loving arms, Taking me in, safe and warm, And as my eyes close, There’s a dream breathing in my soul. I come home in acceptance, In kindness and forgiveness; The fatality of my flaws, My humanity weaved through, slow. I come home when I know, My poles have met— now I thaw. I come home as I climb up, With love, For the world, For my soul, And for you. I come home in lush fields of green, Legs crossed on staircases, And singing melodies, Of dreams and sadness entwined, To call this a beautiful life. And what if home, Is merely the space, My mind learns to let go, And my heart goes to sleep, Home is the essence of the love,

Perhaps the one thing that empowers me the most is the way you accept my mistakes the way I fail to accept them myself. I admire it— the way you see them before you and laugh before I even have time to resort to the habit of criticising my tactless ways and carelessness. You laugh and it opens a window of humility and peace that lets some light in and I can’t help but laugh along, as well. My laughter mostly originates from disbelief rather than humour— the unsatisfying fact that you have inspired me so dearly to accept it, at least outwardly, till I make my way through, till the very end. I make mistakes everyday. They’re often so nerve-wrecking; like forgetting where I last put documents or carry out some tasks really crucial in a world dominated by adults and their perceptions of what is essential. Sometimes it is not essential for me to remember such things and I resort to the fulfilment granted by the present moment, forgetting all about past and future tense worries and f

I must say that I have changed a little. Rather, tremendously. These past few months have witnessed some cardinal changes in how I view life— my own little life and the universe, collectively. Summer inspired me to rest in terms of ideals. I wasn’t bothered by being perfect and allowed my mistakes to dominate my world, and it was perfectly okay. It was rather joyful and simply peaceful but now, I feel rather determined and full of vigour and I do not want to be in the same place any longer. I do not want to rest, especially that I have got so much to figure out and such a long path to tread on. Change is a welcoming thought, for it is aligned with intentions and needed circumstance. The outcomes are certainly nothing to worry about, since they are always intricately planned and coordinated by the universe. Change is a beautifully-crafted truth. Therefore, I’ve become more practical, instilling more analysis into my daily life. You know that I’m rather indulged in thinking

A shooting star kisses, The navy blue sky, A fleeting glimmer, Likewise we try. You’re a miracle, A wonderful wish, You’re the glance, My eyes first meet. When stars are dim, And clouds overcast, The whispers of a good night, Shall surely last. They shall move our hands, To entwine, A love perfectly sealed, With a smile. Change the world dear, I am with you, Following a different path, Leading to the truth. You are the motion, I am the comma, When force ceases, And you stop. I will sing stories, Of your very own heart, And speak of your magic, And your inscrutable touch. And this is the narrative, We cannot help but love, Written in terms of time, That once confused us. You’re a glance, In a future, Like the moonlight, Flickering betwixt curtains. Stay in touch, Stay in the near distance, I will be there, In an instant, When you are ready, I shall be too, We will go through this together, Me

I just realised that in my life, everything revolves around love. Love is the thought that greets my mind when it stops thinking all together, and it makes me smile. Like a tidal wave, it washes my soul with kindness and acceptance. It makes me need nothing more than whatever is present, which is gratifying and peaceful. Everything revolves around the reciprocity of smiles and warm feelings, enriching my heart with a sort of joy that is inexplicable and irreplaceable. It makes it pound ecstatically, releases a shiver of excited laughs in my chest, creating this wonderful sensation of being wholly human, flaws and all. It makes me feel complete, ready to give boundlessly, because when my life revolves around love, there is truly nothing but freedom. I realised that everything else is a distraction— paying bills, running errands and going to work and university on some days. Everything else that occurs outside the orbit is a divergence from what is real. Love to me is an unm

Those past few weeks, I’ve learned a crucial lesson that has engrained an impact so profound. The impact is disappointing and sad and I know that many can relate to this, especially as we start the second decade in life. Here we are, with spirits laden with enthusiasm and ideals and are pushed out to face the world with its evilness and flaws. Then, we realise we are the  flawed . I realised that I’m awfully flawed, in almost everything. This realisation keeps me from resting those days and I can’t keep my mind from thinking of endless ways to be better because I just cannot tolerate the amount of mistakes I’m making any longer. I know I should be gentle and acceptant but, I have so much to work on. Being exposed to the real adult world has shown me how far away I am from reaching my ideals and dreams, the ones I visualised to be smooth and effortless to reach. Yes, they are coated in passion and love, which makes it easier to keep up. It makes it easier to come home and wan

Here we are, by the sea, near our element that describes almost everything about our very own hearts. Our presence here is transcendent, as the echoes of the water flowing and ebbing by the shore resonate and calm us down, bring us to a certain truth that has always been there. And the stillness surrounding us suffices; it paints a smile across our cheeks, eyes closed and minds at ease. Perhaps you don’t understand why I persist to watch the sun rising from the horizon every single day. Or maybe you do, you know that it’s something inherently sacred, a ritual that inspires and motivates me to bring liveliness into the mundane. A few moments ago, it was peacefully dark, it was quiet and persistent. Now, it’s a collision of colours and a celebration of vigour and hope— it’s a reminder I need every single day, not to take times of overwhelm and darkness for granted, to tolerate the weary ways down the hills of dreams and aspirations. And you’re sitting next to me, your heart

And it’s as if my skin has outstretched to behold the capacity of the universe. As if my skin has gone to explore the atmosphere and the deep oceans below, until it habituated me to feel everything. I am touched by the rising sun every morning; every shade of light a different feeling being expressed— every angle and divergence of colour; the way it colourises my room and changes the complexion of my skin, as I am out there gazing with wandering eyes, sometimes wide open, sometimes closed gently with a smile. I am touched by the moon in the dark night sky; with every phase I am touched differently, immersed in different sensations, lost in dimensions of disparate thoughts and ideas. I am touched by its serenity and silent inspiration, shifting a mindset with peace and rest, pulsing the mind to let go of its thoughts and revert to a reflection of the day light memories— just as the moon reflects the sun light. I am touched by words, written in poems and stories. I am