When a ❤️ Flutters

When a heart flutters,

It turns into paper.

Where you can write proses,

Poetries and stories.

Words into verses, 

Turning into a whole Chapter.

When a heart flutters,

It turns into paper.

It becomes fragile and vulnerable,

Tangible and sensible.

Torn and crumpled,

Pieces strewn everywhere.

When a heart flutters,

It turns into paper.

Bound to be a book unwritten,

Left on the shelf and forgotten.

But there lies the name breathing,

In the footnotes of the writer.

 

Traitors

 

But didn't we all betrayed our first love?

Aren't we all traitors of love?

Young love's promises...

So promising, yet...

We grow yonder and yonder...

Until broken hearts get fonder.

Then we drift from the present...

Down to memory lane.

Of what could have been if that first kiss did happen?

Of what would have been if I took the so many chances?

Of what should have been if I did not let you go?

But life happened and we chose the choices we thought the best.

So now life happens again and again...

Reminiscing the bitterness of freedom...

The pain in every smile.

And so we are dragging our  heavy hearts.

Someone wanted to lend a hand...

But aren't they all helpless?

The weight is just too much...

The weight is just for us alone to bear.

 

 If I could go back in time, I will give love another chance.

I'll hold on to the spark til it melts away.

But sometimes life gives you the best ironies.

When you wanted something so much...

And you can actually have it...

But you refused to take it...

For some irrational, illogical, absurd reason...

Not even you can understand.

Sad Little Thoughts of You

I fell asleep by my window waiting for my shooting star.

And again and again it didn't fall.

Sad little thoughts of you,

Is keeping me waiting, looking up for nothing at all.

Limited Edition

 YOU are one beautiful creation,

Surpassing one's imagination,

All that I thought was just a fiction, 

Became so real, a tangible illusion.

YOU are such a beautiful creation, Epitome of God's perfect invention,

My plethoric euphoria, my priceless possession,

My one limited edition.

The So Called Happy Life

 

But the truth is ...

We don't settle on who we love.

We settle on who is available and convenient for us.

Is she the girl in hiding?

Silently cheering you in pain.

But you can't blame a heart who cannot know the truth.

For the heart simply rely on what it sees and hear.

Knowing just the one side of the story makes all the difference in making decisions of the heart.

So the girl in hiding cannot complain, she wasn't brave enough to show her face.

The man in chase cannot complain, his catch is what his decision deserves.

And for all the troubles in love, we don't get to be with our first love. 

They simply fade in time. 

Though our heart still skips when we hear their names and see their faces, 

But we settle on who is available and convenient for us. 

And our first loves become just a yonder love... 

A hiraeth...

A puzzle meant to be undone for us to ponder...

For us to get haunted...

For us to dream of...

For us to ask what if?...

For us to bury as we live our so called happy lives.

Magic Strings

 "If life forced you to be strong...

Then be Strong.

Because it is a crime to one's  self to be weak."

I remember those words coming out from my own mouth, one August morning, about 7 years ago.

I remember the girl I am giving that advice to. 

I remember her not wanting to let go of someone who hurt her so badly because of love.

I remember telling her that love is not a crime, but hurting yourself for that so called love is a crime to one's self.

I remember how she opened her broken heart to me telling that she is scared that she'll never find love again.

I remember telling her that love will always comes back to those who are willing to be brave again to love.

I remember how she told me that she might never find a man that will accept her past.

I remember telling her that she will, and when that day comes, I hope she will remember me, remember my voice telling her that she will find the right man.

Today I saw her pictures from her wedding day. And I was so moved by how things worked out for her. I am so happy because she was strong enough to let go of the hurt and brave enough to love again.

To the one who gave me "Magic Strings"... Best Wishes.

For Keith ❤️

Breath

 Life isn't about breathing...

It is more of how many times your breath was taken.

sParks

Makes me wonder how sParks create curves... To my mouth. 

Living

 "What is the hardest thing in life?

Living it to the fullest." - O.B.Mann

Dreams

 In a world where reality speaks louder than your imagination...

Don't ever forget your dreams.

Bite

 When reality starts to bite... then you become an adult.

Reality

Reality makes us forget our dreams.

 And so she stood her ground.

Her chaos is beautiful.

Her battle is graceful.

Her war is peaceful.

 But I know it will work out.

I know you will get me through.

For me, you will make a way, make a bridge, make a route.

And I will be home safe and sound.