a daylight dream

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...

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...

September was the way downhill after spending many many months climbing the hills of ambitions, dreams and hope. I personally relish the hard work it takes to climb up, find peace and serenity in the challenges and the hectic times. Before September, there was this wonderful, royal peak of love and wonder and I had to let it go. September taught me to let it go. So, I spent the first two weeks in restless emptiness and confusion. I felt lost and wondered whether I was in the right place. The thoughts I had were awfully surreal and they did allow me to grieve for a while, and I’m grateful I had the chance to grieve a little bit alone, in silence. The nights were tiring and lonely, but I got through eventually, my heart telling me that it was going to be okay, that it was just a goodbye and a way down. And suddenly I woke up, around mid-September, feeling rather fulfilled and ready to embrace the emptiness around me. I realised that it was just an opportunity to paint a...

A farewell unsaid, Locked within beating hearts, And a truth confusing us. Perhaps it was too much, Of love and distance magically touched, By human worlds entwining and learning, To let go all at once. I lift my palms of the notion, Of your presence no longer, Keeping me alive. For there is a sun in my soul, Immersed in darkness, Yet always rising in time. I’m synchronising the seasons, And the fallen leaves, With the shedding that might, Occur to me, And slowly, and in some way, I found you slipping, On a ground filled with memories. No longer do I grieve, But partake in the brief, Nature of love’s identity. We are always stumbling, Into beautiful eyes, Reflecting the light hidden inside, And I love life, For guiding me to you, But now you must leave, And I shall follow you. It is beautiful how, We need not apologise, This is inscrutably written, In heavenly bodies, Of fates colliding and truly beloved. ...

It is always welcoming to turn a new leaf and start it with some purposeful intentions, ones embedded in the heart, accompanying me wherever I go. The ritual of making intentions did prove to be effective since the world did help me attain my summer ones (except for working— there weren’t any students willing to study English in summer!). The impact of those fulfilled intentions is alive in my soul, fluttering its wings and allowing me to soar in empowerment and confidence. I’m grateful to start a new academic year with such a disposition. University I intend to get higher grades the next semester though I know it doesn’t mean much in the long term; but it does to me. It signifies the fact that I’m learning how to chase ideals and goals no matter how challenging they are and this is an aspect of my identity that I always like to improve and maintain rather than hamper. Also, I would like to enhance my public speaking skills by making voluntary presentations in the subje...

Hand in hand, we know that we might have not made it without each other’s faithful support, not without that intuitive feeling that we were going to succeed at attaining our ideals. That mutual loyalty made us thrive, in the most uncertain of times, aware of the journeys we have embarked to make a difference. And we know that the way we come home to each other every night is fleeting, but it means the world. Perhaps worldly distractions keep us apart, but with every “good night” said in exhaustion, there is a heart-warming exhalation and a smile, transparently showing a love unconditional and unwavering. Because we know that this love was written in the stars, right back when we were young. Right back when we were impulsive and indecisive, acting upon our hearts. We knew that this ethereal synchronisation makes sense, it isn’t one to be forgotten nor ignored, it is one to keep building on, no matter how much time that takes. We share the same dreams, the same zeal and...

Silence is a beautiful weapon that shields me from all that is out there in the world in terms of irrational wars and fights being continued and pronounced in loops, which only devastate the initiators. Silence to me is a detachment from my mind and its stride to be right, always, to defeat the other, to bring down and humiliate. Silence is a beautiful ending to a frustration that has no beginning nor ending, inflicting harsh words and criticisms. Silence ends it where it started from the very beginning. Silence might seem like a sign of weakness, of not being able to fight back. But personally, it’s only a language that speaks one mindful choice: I refuse to surrender my humanity in circumstances that are deemed useless and harming. I refuse to listen to my ego, or the constant rush of reactions. Silence requires endurance and calmness, but it brings back things to where they should be. It tames the wildfires. It shines a light through the stormy clouds— it was nothing aft...