"...life is only the mirror into which a man gazes not in order that he may get a reflection of himself, but that he may come to understand himself by that reflection; that he may see what it is that the mirror shows..." — Arthur Schopenhauer, Feb 22, 1788
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
uncertain!
am feeling so!
am wondering then
if i'd be able to make it
life is so delicate
a pack of cards
one lil whiff
or even a tremble
is enough to shake
or shake off
i wonder then
if my heart would make it
the serenity in one moment
the happiness of another
and the metamorphosis
to the fear
scare
of losing
even gaining
i wonder then
will my heart make it
in the swaying windz
of time
nah - each moment
will it hold ground
to my own roots
..
a crease i notice
forming on my forehead
the tension
of the moment
brought into existance
it holds a fear!
that forestalls me
and the world
from me
for me
..
a waiting
a longing
on newer grounds
the same ol trunk
but a new leaf indeed!
am happy
am sad
am alive
n kickin
but i wonder
if my heart will make it
to the other side
and wen it will
will it carry fear?
or lonliness?
can i forbade the storm?
or will sail through
somehow?
..
for long
i have resisted
the forbidden fruit
and now
..
i at this moment
understand
the countless souls
that i left behind
in my journey
to each one
today i say
i understand!
coz am standing
on the same shore
today
feeling the same breeze on my face
and the fire
beneath it
that gave rise to it
uncertainities these are
i understand their nature now
and as my heart weeps
in pain or pleasure
and i look through
the twirled windz
and typhoons
and tremble
i continue to watch them
and tell them i give in
to the desire
and the fear
for i know now
what i left behind
for all those
i give in
..
for myself
i give them my present moment!
n i continue to watch
like a lover
waiting at the shore
to watch out
for an 'ol ship
even if its in tatterz
or in new clrz
whichever
she tells the world
she'll continue to watch
patiently
silently
except
only a few times
she'll draw
a nameless meaning
on the shore
oh shez so like me
jz a few scribbles here n there!
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some mornings are end of a night
some starts a new day
lots of em cold, and a few warm
may last for ever - we prey
silent unspoken warm mornings
only to feel if you may
indeed
well said
some morningz .. are as u say..
just which one will bring a start or an end?
that's life..i figure!
we live to know.. i figure!
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