Today once again I thought of scrounging
the old heap of those uncountable precious gems!
the gems,
which store within them a thousand memories
of those early days!
the days when innocence dominated over hypocrisy!
no worries , no hurries!
so was the eagerness of
returning back home!
stepping down the streets,
......
When I whisper in the wind your name
Do you hear me?
When I tell the stars how much I feel for you
Does it reach you?
I don’t know what else can I do
Aside from writing proses and poems about you
When I open my journal
And hold onto my pen
It’s like muscle memory
......
I was a successful, scientific explorer, traveling to the remote, distant lands,
Bettering noble lives of many, like budding, green spring which understands.
And every day held fruitful discovery, as when the autumn colors are flying,
Or when milky stars begin their twinkling, before a hued sun's done sighing.
My friends were also unwary explorers, and in saffron days we laughed lots,
Like spotted hyenas of emerald savannahs, laughing loudly in comical spots.
My husband and I explored distant areas together, as we explored our lives,
......
Moments gathered; Memories treasured
We happened upon but not destined for each other.
My undying adoration, for you will last.
What a lonely agony, our love for
some reason was never meant to be.
As hard as it is to accept, from the first place
You were never meant for me.
Why is holding on so much easier than letting go?
Even when you know it's best to move on,
that 0.01% chance keeps us going.
But what if you think that chance is gone as well?
How do you stop those feelings,
those thoughts,
and the small interactions
which started all this in the first place.
Every time I try to forget you
Something always brings me back!
......
When I whisper in the wind your name
Do you hear me?
When I tell the stars how much I feel for you
Does it reach you?
I don’t know what else can I do
Aside from writing proses and poems about you
When I open my journal
And hold onto my pen
It’s like muscle memory
......
Combing lonely in the silence of feelings that can no longer feel your presence by
my side
The yellow rice dangling as if sobbing longing for the coveted rain as if to witness
my feelings of longing for you
I don't know why the birds are invisible--migrating somewhere
The path that had started to crack in the rice paddies seemed to be in sync with
my current feelings
The animals that inhabit this land are already used to nature here
Moths and fireflies are also welcome for night service as a causality of their work
......
I was a successful, scientific explorer, traveling to the remote, distant lands,
Bettering noble lives of many, like budding, green spring which understands.
And every day held fruitful discovery, as when the autumn colors are flying,
Or when milky stars begin their twinkling, before a hued sun's done sighing.
My friends were also unwary explorers, and in saffron days we laughed lots,
Like spotted hyenas of emerald savannahs, laughing loudly in comical spots.
My husband and I explored distant areas together, as we explored our lives,
......
Day in day out, i still have thoughts of you,
Was it worth it? I ask myself,
Killed my social life, Been a slave for you,
I enjoyed every moment of it, but did you?
You left, tearing me into a million pieces,
With memories although, that left me longing for more.
Swore i’d never fall in love again,
But every time i looked at your picture
Thoughts of you made me fall over and over again
Thought i was over you a long time ago,
......
Why is holding on so much easier than letting go?
Even when you know it's best to move on,
that 0.01% chance keeps us going.
But what if you think that chance is gone as well?
How do you stop those feelings,
those thoughts,
and the small interactions
which started all this in the first place.
Every time I try to forget you
Something always brings me back!
......