Thursday, March 19, 2009
When the sun will shine brighter on the nice weather
When the sun will dry the oceans of my tears,
And our love will bloom the flowers that withered
When the birds will compose a song for us,
When I'll listen to the voices I long to hear,
When the moon will light specially for us,
When the wind will forget the harshness it bears,
When the days will be smaller and the nights become longer,
When hand in hand like birds we'll fly together,
When everything will be just fine for us,
I just ... long for those days!
(I wrote this poem when I was 11/12 years old. I dont remember exactly why I wrote it. It doesn't sound very august or impressive now, but theres something still very very warm about it :)).
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
We spend so much time trying to control our feelings out of fear that something may happen, that somebody may not love us, or walk away or die. It's only when you stop living in that fear of what other people might do to you or how they will react, only then are you free to be alive."
~Morton S. Pruce
Monday, March 2, 2009
Life, for once was perfect; seeing you was like losing all senses of sorrow and pain, being with you was like having dreams float around me like wayward clouds. Whatever there was between us was made of joy; it never stopped drizzling. With you, I never wanted another sunshine.
But then attentions diverted, new faces, new names, new curves laid in our path; taking a right turn doesn’t always make you right. Our story was never clichéd, but it seems that our end will be. When you sat in the church, right next to me and asked me to never doubt your sincerity; I knew there was something wrong, you never had to ask me this. You knew, I would never doubt you; and I would know that there was something, some path, some curve you had chosen for yourself which would make me doubt you, your intentions, your sincerity.
Taking a right turn doesn’t always make sense.
You chose another path; a path where I would never walk, a turn I would never take. What went wrong, I know. Time elapsed. Time that was suppose to stay between us. There is still time between us; but that of a distance, that of a memory. And that time will always keep adding to itself.
Your will for change will take you away from me and my arrogance will not let me stop you. This is how it is, this is how it will always be. I never got tired of looking at your face, but now this is the face that’s fading away in my memory. Your voice is a distant whisper; your eyes a hazy glimmer.
I am not going to wait for the day when I won’t be able to recall your face.
Today is that day."
P.S. I just love this piece of writing by Amar!