What Matters

Many read. Many visited. Some liked, and never looked back. Some knew, but never bothered. What are you, after understanding this? Who are you, never knowing this. At the end, who matters, what matters; does it actually matter, at all?

Just a Passed Love

Undeniably, the most enchanting endearing of. Mind, it seems have forgotten. But Heart somehow, remembers. In Time, a long time ago. In Mind, a happening Now. If all experiences are from Mind Now, then which is real – Time, or Now? Oh sweet, past Love felt fondly; with attempt consciousness to distance. In between Worlds,…

Waiting,

Because of Love, I waited. Sometimes by the time it seemed to have arrived; I noticed; t’was not the Love I wanted. Sometimes by the time it seemed to have arrived; I noticed; t’was none left, that I had waited enough to taste, or rather, what was left of it – tasteless Love. I’ve forgotten,…

Touching Base to Expand

When two people initially get together, it was based on a set of conditions. Nobody will try to intoxicate the relationship on purpose if not for something that had altered in the conditions of the relationship, albeit not really knowing either, exactly what it is that has changed. If they knew, the intoxication would not…

Forgotten Gods

When you see that face, those eyes, and their actions… Stepping on children’s chest, pointing those guns in the face of those children, And probably pulling the hair of those women, who seem too afraid to even scream, And be hit in the face again and again, and finally, be violated of their purity… Yes,…

Conditioned Peace

Some people think that to have peace, is to ignore the person that irritates or hurt them. If only they’d notice that even when all communication, meetings or even bonds are said to be severed – their reactions of anger, sadness, tears or even aloofness upon hearing the name or memories of this person already…

Haunting Eclipse

You are like that shadow haunting me day and night. An object capable of bringing me to the heights of a happy dream or the pits of a nightmare. Just because of your appearance with your whims and fancy denying my whims and fancy suppressing what is to be arghhh…. the struggle. Yet you are…