a daylight dream

The sky has clouded upon me,  Though I’m longing for hope,  In the sun rays,  In the visible paths of our home.  This world shall give us,  More than we need,  If we wait to see,  What falls in place,  In time.  I overwhelm my mind,  With perplexing shadows of life;  The broken believers,  And their faded dreams,  Gave up before they reached the shore.  Today is never the last page,  To judge upon losing hope,  For the mornings shall always unravel more.  Dandelions I picked,  And blew away,  Wished for my heart to forever remain,  Strong to believe,  Them magical dreams.  There are days, perhaps like today,  Where the world conceals,  And hides within.  I let it be,  For it needs the time,  And I need the mystery. All is well,  Never mind the tired eyes.  At night I shall s...

We all know that life is painted in different colours— flamboyant ones of excitement and thrill, the faded of hope and anxiety, the dull of fear and loss. It’s somehow like a movie, these colours transitioning into one another and it seems that this one transition is truly patience— the binding that tapes all the wonderful pieces of humanity we experience together, as we move along them. I think patience is something that I do inherently have, fortunately. I am able to wait and wait; either fighting or letting go. It’s not easy, it does entail some struggles and chaos but this is how it is. This is how it should look like. I often find myself fighting with myself to fix what’s wrong, finding a million alternative solutions and means to go back to where it was before. However, I just realise in the end that it will never be the same again and that this chaos is actually required to curve paths towards my mission on Earth, and only this realisation makes me let go completely and...

Nearer than the stream of air, Breathed in to your chest, The fragrance of spring-blossoms, And the sweetness which follows. Nearer than the warmth, Of the first beam that comes, Igniting into your room; The sun rising too soon. Nearer than the melodies, You’re singing so slowly, I’m immersed as they’re echoing, I’m nearer than your wildest imaginings. Your “how are you?”, Is my favourite question, It somehow diminishes, The over-extending distance. Softening my heart; Your sweet affection, Such things not forgotten, They’re nearer in this trustful direction, Where we look upon the fields, Eyes beaming with possibilities, Towards the apple trees, Their white lush blossoms, Falling gently on our shoulders, Peachy hues through open windows, Shared by our sun-kissed skin, It’s the first time we live, A moment like this, When sunrise stories exist, Not only in words, But in eyes reflecting utmost bliss. In the near futu...