all alone
The sounds of the bustling crowd presses upon me,
Raucous voices, jostling arms shoving and pushing incessantly.
The crowd sweeps me towards sights and sounds
and brings to my nose an oily tang of human presence.
Too loud; it intimidates my concentration.
Too overwhelming for my ears to bear.
In the midst of the ceaseless babble of voices.
It is hollow and cold in my heart.
I am all alone in this human maze,
Lost in the confusion of my senses.
The chaos of the clamoring crowd pricks my protective cloud
- almost inconceivably.
In the sea of obscure faces,
I am utterly alone.
~muse~ 6:34 AM
departures
You once told me to put behind all my regrets and leave.
"Isn't it better to leave without any lingering regrets
Rather than recollect how it might have been instead of what it was."
In the depths of thoughts of bygone events
A better ending might be envisioned
A less painful way of completing the story
"Parting ways in another's good books, rather than with a soured relationship"
If it is ever so easy
Parting might not be a means of escape,
But a symbol of irreplaceable moments.
~muse~ 6:27 AM
flutter
The dream
amidst the dreary shadows of a cooling morning
coupled with the soft whispers of crickets
Strokes me tenderly in my sleep
Quietly
Without rousing me
The scent of mildew from the grass and flowers outside
Drifts into the room and into the dream
Where was I?
Between sleep and awakening
Drifting about, mystified
Lost
~muse~ 6:51 AM
awakening
Out of despair was born a glimmer of hope
Of this hope - together - the fused rhythm of tormented heartbeats
Blood and desperation pulsed in their hearts
A sound deathly quiet, yet an aura grippingly tensed
A long-cherished dream borne of the limit of desperation
Regenerated in an expanse of destruction
~muse~ 10:15 PM
Cogito Ergo Sum
I,
I, who exist in this world
Who lives day by day
I, who determines how long or short each day is
Who thinks, processes, and understands the world that is
The world that exists,
The world that presses upon I,
Whether or not I want to acknowledge it,
I think,
I exist,
I feel,
I acknowledge, or am forced to acknowledge
The pain that exerts itself on I
The forces of the world upon I
I am.
~muse~ 5:26 AM
seasons
Again and again, summer fades into autumn, and into a bitterly cold winter - the sun fails to warm us
Again and again, raindrops fall on the earth to nourish living creatures thirsting for water
Again and again, this endless cycle repeats itself
Till one day you find yourself vanishing out of this endless loop of repetitions
The mundanity
That fades away from your vanishing thought
It forgets you as your presence diminishes
Termination, symbolizing genesis, the birth of a new being
~muse~ 7:16 AM
tread
~muse~ 7:43 AM
