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Thursday, July 16, 2015

A story through my eyes...



They bicker,  ALL the while.

If one says the sky is grey, the other will insist it's blue.

It's almost like a glass half-filled-half-empty story...


That it is, a Story, Beautiful in parts,

sometimes, just sometimes - it's tinged with the Blues.

But it is unraveling before my eyes,

like Time itself - a Force to be reckoned with...


I've seen them toddle  into their teenage years,

And the journey to Adulthood is a long one,

But I have no fear - as long as they walk this path alongside each other...

They will toddle into Old Age Together. 

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Feathers to Spare

Like a moth to a burning flame,

I keep getting burnt

One feather at a time.

I wonder how many more I can burn.



Ask me my favourite colour

And I'll tell you

It's the colour of cinder just before it disappears

Because that is the colour of reality

See it through my eyes ;

One of these days, you'll understand.



One of these days, I will too.

Till then, let me stoke the flames...

There're a lot more feathers I can spare.