Doubts

I wonder if you will ever cease to exist. 

Whether you will continue to appear before me,

To make me second guess every step I take.

Doubts, I wonder if you will haunt me, always,

Putting poisonous thoughts in my mind.

Conjuring unlikely situations.

I do ponder, half let you win.

But, I do want to take that next step, that step forward.

So doubt, do you think you can let me be,

Let me continue on this onward journey of mine?

How does one know?

What does it mean to know the undertone of your voice 
And understand something is wrong?
How is it, that the tone of your voice
Brings back memories and feelings guarded within?

How does one know what you mean 
When wake-up calls are promised?
And why does it matter when 
Enough reading hours aren't clocked in?

Do you still care, for your forehead to wrinkle
When you worry about illnesses and how it happened?
How does one know what you mean to them
When so many silent days have passed, without a word?

Will chocolates, perfumes and presents
Really fill the hollow within?
Or will there be days when hands will be held
And hugs and kisses will be the norm again?

How does one know?

To the little things

I am a firm believer that you find the truth, the real and the honesty in people in the little things they do for your. Flashy big acts can be overwhelming and wow-inspiring. But the practical person in me knows its effects will whither away like a flower. I find comfort in the little things people do for me. And today, I decided I should pay tribute to those little things that I value a lot. And no, I am not going to write a list of things that people have done for me and say who they are. :)

It's easy to get carried away with the hurly burly and the rat race we live in. It's easy to forget the 'thank yous' and the smiles. Or even the positive effect of a hug and holding someone's hands. We live in an artificially stimulated world, where the mundane and the so-called 'boring' things in life are stored away on a shelf, dusted, only to make a show of. Gone are the days when people hugged with kindness and warmth. The human touch is slowly leaving human-kind. 

Something happened today that made me realise we need to appreciate these beautiful gestures more often. Sometimes, sulking on not having the starry moments, is not worth is. Because in the long run, it's the little things that help glue our lives together and keep you walking forward, smelling the roses along the road and enjoying the view. 

So remember, no matter how hard the road may be, always look for the little things that matter. :)

They say...

The seasons, they say, will change
That the autumns and winters will become springs and summers.
But as much as the sprouts seem to shoot
And the buds seem to form, they whither quickly.

They say the sun will flow back into the room,
That looking into the mirror will be less painful.
Somehow the darkness seems to have engulfed like a fog
And the shadows continue to creep in.

Music, they say, will be sweeter
That symphonies will be heard and the music appreciated.
However, the notes cannot be written
Or the chords played.

They say laughter will once again reverberate,
And excitement will bubble with ease.
But they do not know the depth of the hollow created,
Or the value of the etchings and impressions.

They say many things,
But the look in her eyes are like glass beads,
Emotionless and impassive.
But they say.....

Count the days

Like a drum without its beat
A guitar without its strings
And a piano lacking its tunes,
I count the days that go by.

Like a bird without its wings
A tree without its leaves
A sky without its stars
I walk, aimlessly.

Like the earth requiring the sun
A child wanting his mother
An arid land in need of rain
I am in need of you.

Like the eyes dry without tears
And the throat becomes parched without moisture
My days wear on
And my heart hangs heavy, without you.

Autumn has come fast

Running through my mind at 100km/h
Seeking attention in minutes and hours. 
Counted the blossoms, petal by petal. 

Hours on the line, 
Was the norm for us. 
Now, silence dictates the terms. 

Plans for the future
Was the centre of our discussions.
Now, tomorrow seems more dimmer than ever. 

Cold words have replaced warm hands,
Empty canvases, where colourful minds were. 
Autumn has come fast, where once the spring began to dawn.