Grey Matter

I should have known
The first time you spoke
I should not have embarked
This journey of false hope

My love neglected
Spilled to the ground
I siphoned it to a cup
Mixed with grit and mud

This heart raw in trying
The grey matter sticks tight
Disappear, disappear!
I will wash it with the oncoming tide

A Lasting Wish

My aspiration to reach out
To reach the edge of sky
Shoot the arrow pointblank
Propelled straight to the clouds

A dream for a fulfilled life
Uncontested contentment defined
Mine is to stretch to the limit
Achieve the destiny of time

Destiny's Conspiracy

Let the sea roar my want and desire.
Let the moon convey my love to you.
Let the wind carry my message of missing you.

When the sun rises in the east,
It is a reminder of the 1st time we met.
Your intense eyes etched in my memory.

How will I teach my heart not to love?
That the agony of absence I will not suffer?
That I will not care so dear?

I ask my heart to stop beating your name
I ask my eyes to stop the tears leaking at night
When the busy day ends, it hurts.

I ask myself to go about my life
The future awaits either way.
Only the All Knowing knows.

Reverie

I would like to be selfish and think of what’s good for me
Selfishness born out of fear of the unknown
I would like to protect myself
That my heart would not bleed with the torn of nothingness

I would like to be selfish
Yet, where is love in there?
It’s only when I let go and not force things to happen
Even if it means there might be uncertainty looming ahead

The ringing of a distant bell signifies a start or a finish
In the bouts and darkness of misery,
There is a slit of hope that things will work out
Not only for a chance but for a lifetime

The light in the western sky starts to fade
It brings me back to my reverie
As the dark hours appear, I will meditate on one thought
In this life, happiness is measured not in scale, but of quality

Elusive Dream

Oh, my elusive dream
Where to look for?
In the cracks of the parchment
I see the indistinct outline

Catching the fleeting haze of spark flaring
Is that dream over the sea?
Or is it on top of the mountain?
Hope it will not remain a fleeting notion

Wanting not to settle for less
Refusing to acknowledge defeat
I will go to great length
So it’ll not remain my pensive dream