The matchbox

Through life, we strike matches against the match box...
without doubt all give rise to a short outburst of sparks...
followed by a gush of flames at the tip of the match stick...
however one of it, the very special one would give rise to a lifetime of happiness...
in addition the perfect match would give rise to a whole lot of complications too,complications that are worth solving...
should we find this perfect match of our life, it would light up our lives and touch us... forever..
would we know if we had already found this match, or is it still somewhere out there?
should anyone tell me how to find that match..... *sigh

The night window of a -27celcius day

as i look at the window, i feel the chill.
a chill of coldness, similar to a frozen river.

if i were to look further, i would feel the sorrow of nature,
and its cold end to many lives.

should i see the shivering hands, in the presence of the silent surroundings..
hush, now... lets listen..
no, there is no lifeforms awake.


during winter, even the buses windows freeze. then its hard to look out for your stops..

the death when we woke up

It was 6pm in the evening,
the sky was clearing..
It was 2am in the morning,
but it was raining.
It was 3am in the morning,
but it was snowing.
It was 4am in the morning,
but no one was sleeping.
It was 5am in the morning,
but someone was crying.
It was 6am in the morning,
but by that time someone was dying....

sometimes, we know that sorrow of those around us we could remove...
however, sorrow that we cause to our closest people around us...
we are unable to remove...
I am sorry..
I am.. unable.
I can't..
I...

Fate or choice?

Is it better to be...
good or bad?
holy or evil?
dead or alive?

Should we...
use people or be sincere?
lead or follow?
be desire for improvement or be content?
be lustful or just loving?
be a friend or a foe?

Finally, should we rely on...
free will or rules?
fate or choice?

Leaves me wondering , what would I do bout life?

The fallen angel

Divine past,

foretold of unspoken evil,

diminishing the spark into dust,

scattered all over our paths,

yet too late for it now,
for it has conglomerated in to the world's dark.

Her Light,My love

the river flows,
as the lavenders sway about in the wind,
the wind blows,
as we reach to keep each other's caps in place.

the sun shines,
as I can't help but glimpse at ur shadow,
the shadow that smiles,
as you giggle away with joy.

the sky glows blue,
as the background of our happiness,
the happiness that comes,
as i look into your eyes.

the star shines,
as bright but not passing through us,
however,your light shines,
as bright as it can ever be,
lighting up my life,
making me glow brightly in your love.

With you today

Here I am,

Your hand on my lap,

Though it is,

as if oceans apart till we be together.

Here I believe,

that either you or me,

will declare an end to this,

should it continue like this...

Would I live through?

this very unfortunate portion of life,

with least of a comfort,

except for having you.

Turning Back.

I attempted to place you in oblivion,
an effort to relieve myself,
finally a sign of selfishness in me.

I resorted to believe the vile in you,
but then I failed miserably,
only because you were so lovely.

You came yourself to bring me back,
to where we lastly met,
gave me a chance to reflect.

You hold me and told me don't forget,
that you and me where just perfect,
and I would not regret,
the turning I made just to have you back..!!

~Wraith

Poem - dedicated to someone

Only when we miss

Dreams, a hope...
aims, we strive...
bonds, are made...
friendship, a trust and love among 'friends'.

How could I ever define,

Miniature, yet bold...
sidelined, yet potent...
unattractive, yet pretty...
uncaring? because it is loving.

Laughs, you create for us...
Smiles, just as you smile...
happiness, we are missing...
you, are part of us.

Unknowingly, cloistered deep down...
intentions, beyond our expectations...
why was that your decision? However,
behold, may fate allow us to be together once again.

~wraith

my soul's yearning..

mood : empty
music : Uso Sora ,Yakusoku[Elfen Lied Original Soundtrack] = gloomy moody heartbroken tune

I would imagine myself, walking down a dusky pathway..
moving swiftly in what you would call 'shadows'....
approaching a Stygian corridoor which is absolutely pitch-dark...
with only a glimpse of lucent glow in a distant range....
unbelievingly feeling restful in the murkiness of the cramp passageway...
a passageway leading to a vague destiny....
departing from a world of misery.

oF :jMin