Archive for December, 2010

missing that moment was an everlasting torment.

it was tasting a feast with a only spoonful, and being forced to be sent outside and watch the rest disintegrate in midair.

the most excruciating pain is to actually love, and know in the end that the love that you have will never be completed, will never be whole.

it was a moment that brought the best in both of us, a moment that fashioned the masterpiece that we were called to be. but that was also the same moment that have brought about the rust of time and antiquity.

it was one of the best few words and actions that have touched and caressed. it was that time when warmth meant so much amid the winter’s chilling envelop.

it was the furnace that have shaped every contour of the art, it was the pastel that have brushed every color and distinct shade of this art.

 

and in the end, it was the art of forgetting, not the art of creating. it was the art of learning how to let go, to let the very ambers that have kept you warm burn every page that have scribbled the memories within.

the colors would serve the purpose of blurring the shapes and contours. they would soon darken every known vision of the said art, creating its own oblivion.

 

i have loved you for those short warmest moments…bt never have i thought that the very colors and warmth that we have created, were the same embers and shades that would soon dissolve our connection.

i still miss that moment with you…

a single touch between two entirely different entities just brings about a form of mystical energy. a force that somehow emanates true passion and affection.

 

but then again, there are those moments, when being forgotten is all that makes things perfect…

 

the slightest touch could revive each breathe and pulse with a distinct sensation for more…and such yearning is as struggling to exist..a longing to breathe and beat with the scent and melody of passion unveiled for a few moments…

 

that is how things begin and sadly end…a blissful few seconds, and a painful lifetime to spend without it…

 

but better live a moment that was worth every short millisecond, than to exist for countless ages, without having the melody in each heartbeat, or the fragrance for each breath…

 

such were the small drops that formed the great oceans of life. small dreams. short prayers. youthful aspirations…these all made the great ocean a body of life, a sea of myriad dreams, a plethora of prayers and hopes and aspirations for the tomorrow that horizons on it’s coast.

 

and yet, somehow, when it rains, we are reminded of how vast the great ocean is, and of how insignificant we may be…and yet we thrive to exist, to be creatures who have degrees, diplomas and titles. yet never a humanity-a humanity that is conscious of every breathing-living moment. a humanity understanding the essence of actually closing his eyes for that small dream, a humanity that whispers the sincerest heartfelt short prayer, and a humanity that never trampled on the aspirations of others, and uses his as a pedestal for the rest of his kind…

 

a humanity that shares that single touch with another living, beating and breathing soul. and a humanity that answers each forgotten moment with a dream, a prayer and an aspiration for a new day…

empty screen

Posted: December 12, 2010 in Uncategorized

sitting infront of an empty laptop screen infuriates me…

it seems that the world is drained enough of intellect that even creative imaginative juices fail to ooze from nubile minds…

what i see as teh predicament to this slow decay of our moral fabric, teh endless influence of media, technology that cripples us from rational thought and a whole lot more.

i see walls of social identity opening freely to teh liberalities of social inconsistencies…

the earth that once begged for a clearer statement of a lengthened truth now yearns for a whisper of hope, for a slight glimpse for that answer-which grows bleaker in its possible appearing.

as i see, the world is in a social confusion, with a worldwide acceptance and tolerance for such pandemonium. these marked evils became ‘differences’, ‘customs’, and other verbal garbage with a cherry on top.

to me, times have been calling us to return to our roots of humanity. teh core values of humanity that once fed the veins of the earth and gave breath to the living souls who tread upon her skin.

i breathe, realize that life is a second chance. a chance in every second. soon, i hope to fill teh empty white lines in my laptop screen with something sensible.

something that teh world will soon hear out. something that would fuel teh old veins that have dried from mediocrity and apathy.ideas once flourished in every heartbeat, and now, i felt teh slow poison of depression and frustration seeping.

heartbeats became beats… breathing became oxygenating.and living became mere existing…
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