a daylight dream

It’s extraordinary how we have found each other, like ripples extended out on a pristine ocean. It’s as if our energies have surfaced the world clearly and confidently; with a magnitude so vibrant, it attracted all it could along its field. We stumbled upon each other a very long time ago, dearest, since our eyes met— and since then, we knew there was some sort of connection we couldn’t comprehend, yet was true and vital to our humanity. We were simply meant to be with each other. You are the laughter that brightens up the day for everyone. Through all perils and risks, you stand so confidently, with a smile and a reassurance so loud and courageous, capable of getting through, succeeding and having a beautiful time. The possibilities before you are a source of comfort rather than not, and you are wonderfully able to determine what you want. The freedom empowers you, it gives you the choice and the blessing of using your mind boundlessly. Your mind is an enchanting thing, dear

I haven’t been focusing on myself lately and have had this distorted view of reality. Maybe it is isn’t as distorted as people may think, for it is the norm. It is the norm to see the world in terms of problems and issues spiralling out of control— but such a norm was never meant to reign my perspective. It was never meant to structure my thoughts and belief system. It was never meant to be  me . Yet, I have somehow burst my bubble and let it all in. I am not affected by this negativity at all, but I am more receptive to it and sometimes catch myself complaining about reality. This shocks me for I promised I wouldn’t complain, even if it is hard, even if I am lost, even if everyone resorts to complaining. This shall never be my language. I have forgotten that indulging myself into the attachments my dreams create is the alternative that used to sound appealing. It was the solution that was far-fetched and idealistic, nonetheless truly inspiring and magical. I have forgotte

Your hands, Cold as the ocean, I’m dressed like, A summer sun. Let us meet, By some foreign shore, The water binds us, As one. Moon-lit conversations, Of depths unexplored, You are a sailor, A heart that needs not a home. For my love is, Your one sanctuary, When worlds leave you, Cold and weary. To me you talk, Release your tides, Their bitterness not something, I keep in mind. I try not to, Do the same, I’m afraid my words, Are a little less sane. They are eruptions, And gentle flows, Will you listen, And accept me all? For I am flawed, I am not the sun, I sometimes need, A little time, Offshore and desolate, For sweet blossoms, To emanate. Sometimes your love, Is overwhelming, It is a sea, When I am stale. It soaks me all, And I am drowning, My silence is, What seems to save me. I am meant, To be challenged, Fitting in the universe, Of your dreams. I teach you all, About a littl

To be busy is not a virtue though it might be mistaken as one. In this fast-paced world, we are somehow unconsciously obliged to take on miscellaneous ventures; to do one thing after the other in a swift motion, leaving us no space for our bodies and minds to breathe. I’ve learned that it is relatively easy to stay busy. It is easy to stress ourselves, as if we had been programmed to accept burying ourselves into the torments of workload. It is not easy to be busy, conversely, but it is much less courageous. It is much less mindful to keep working and working, limiting the scope of our minds to obligations and responsibilities, fooling ourselves with the concept that it is essential, that there's no enough time, etc. I fell into that trap myself, thinking that burying my nose into work and studying was the best choice to make. However, a lot exists beyond that. A realm of mindfulness and epiphanies exists when we stop ourselves to take a break and focus on what’s truly

I keep asking myself, as I am shifting towards this detrimental phase in life: am I ready? Am I truly and wholly ready for this new set of challenges and experiences? My heart has changed through the years. It has grown more tolerant to change; steadily and slowly. However, it seems now that it has been an exponential compounded growth that allows my heart to ask for change and set intentions to accept it willingly, with whatever bundle of newness accompanies it. My heart is ready— truly ready. It feels safe and breathes in the possibilities, immersing deep gratitude in each and every thread of life they entail. Those possibilities are still blissful, even with the many mistakes I will make, the flaws I shall discover and explore and the choices I’ll have to make. This life is quite perplexing; for our choices change all the time. Our choices sometimes shift and transform as we do, simultaneously. I must say I have changed; not much, but it’s evident— so evident th

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