Here We Are

When are you going to call me? I thought about it every single day --- now and then whenever my mind wonder around the memory game. I called you so many times --- but I guess your mind is buried in the load of daily life. I cannot blame you. I would have been too.

I am going to wear my light pink dress tomorrow. I took it out of my closet and laid it carefully on the end of the bed. There is my reflection in the mirror. I am not a thin stick of needle anymore --- over a decade, I cannot even loose an ounce on any firm will power. I do not have those long hairs that I love so much anymore --- I might be practically bald in a few year, the thought of which gives me a familiar smile. Nonetheless, I am still me --- as the way I am --- never bowing, never compromising, never forgetting --- annoying everyone including you with this tiresome overconfidence. But if one can see me deep down inside, oh!! --- how I hated those thorns that kept me in solitude all my life.

If I ever get a chance to write down the poems of our young and ambitious days or if I ever get a chance to play my hollow guitar again and sing my favorite songs in a whisper under the brightness of the moon or if I ever get a chance to draw the paintings of our Oh nothing so special memory lanes --- I will write about you, --- not only just who you are but also all the sadness and happiness about you. Will you let me be??? image is from http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://idontlikemondays.us/blog/Bubas-Pink-Dress-Cherry-Blossom-Landscape-Photo.jpg

Winter Storm

Cherry Blossoms were very beautiful just a week or two ago. Pink blossoms were shinning brightly against the bright blue sky in a nice cold breeze. It was just a week ago. Now that cherry blossoms are lying on the green grass drenched in the soaked rain. The sky is dark gray --- rain clouds seems almost coming down on the earth, and embracing the top of the mountain. The storm has arrived. It might even snow in two days. The temperature is record low since 1976. One can hear the heavy rain spluttering over the window pane. The sound of the rain falling through the gutter could be a constant faint background music of the time being. While reading a sad book, drinking over a cup of coffee, and thinking over the fact that the combination will not be able to let one sleep effortlessly. The sky is crying. The earth is embracing the painful tears. Cherry blossom petals are lying helplessly. The rain will eventually wash away the dust. Tears will carry away the burden of pain. And when the storm is over, when the sun comes out --- everything will be looking afresh new --- just like a new born baby. And when the sadness is over, when the tears dried over --- happiness will be boundless laughing amusingly --- just like innocently being in love for the very first time.

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Hurtful

Love
to carry to the shore;
to bring down the stars;
suppose to be unconditional;
but,
Why?
It is hurtful.

Care
to stretch beyond the horizon;
to hold onto the end;
suppose to be kind and gentle;
but,
Why?
It is casual.

Truthful
to compare against the standard of gold;
to hold the inner wisdom;
suppose to glow honesty;
but,
Why?
It is a mirage.

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Without Any Answer

Days passing by

Unknowingly;
Where I am heading ---

Nights passing by
Sleeplessly;
Why I cannot letting you go ---

Life passing by
Unforgettably;
How our lives have been unfolding ---

Like a flower, intricate yet so simple.
Like a river, flowing yet never ending.
Like a star, --- so near yet so far.

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