Friday, 30 March 2012

The Beauty of Hope

"And in the twilight of our live we look to find the way
To tell us if the path we chose was the best and finest paved.
And when the darkness comes we see the twinkling of the stars.
We know that our journey here was short, and yet still very far.
But life is full of puzzles, enigmas, and mazes of human thought,
Yet the beauty of the life we've led was paid for with the tears of hope we brought."
-Pasty Dunbar

Somewhere in June last year, I was standing by the road side waiting for traffic to subside so I could cross the road to the other side. From no where, all I could hear was this loud boooom! The next scene I saw was a gentle man in his mid thirties lying lifeless on the ground in a pool of blood; he's been knocked down by a car! As the horror of the scenes keep flashing my busy imagination, a question triggered; "who's waiting for this man? Who's this heart that's going to bear the disappointment of a love who never came back? I quietly left the scene with those questions ringing loud on my mind.

We all know someday this life would be knackered but we've never stopped dreaming with hopes in our hearts. We leave home and promise our kids and spouse that we would return when the sun sets. We make it look like a guarantee. So when the sun starts tracing its root back to its coil, lovers and friends gather and look yonder for the approach of lovers gone.

Life can end anywhere and anyway. Everything we say or do here on earth is as evanescence as a baby's breath. Hope has always tricked us to take our lives for granted. We know when we sleep we'll wake up, we know when leave out we'll come back. We know when we travel we'll come back. It's almost as certain as the sun would appear tomorrow but hey, it's not always like that.

 Let's take time and treasure each moment as if it were the end. Assure your family and friends with your love. Let them know today how much you treasure them so you won't leave with words unspoken. Each day must be lived so we may live all the days of our lives.

Wednesday, 28 March 2012

A Poet's Dream

You try to see what's in this heart
I guess you figure it out what makes me say the things I say
This is where dreams belong
A temple in my heart where love resides
It springs volume of unsung songs to the lips of the mute
This imagination weaves the dream of the poet
So divine, so true what really happens in a poet's dreams
It's like finding shelter in natures' fragrance
Where all worries die and never to resurrect
Isn't it beauty, or it's sheer magic that rests in the heart of the poet
You see rainfall, I see little drops of magic
Washing ashore the stress of this life
This is what makes the dream of the poet
A wall of steel built around the beauty of imagination

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Comes The Dawn

It was April 17th, 2010. I was going through the hardest heart break probably this heart would ever endure. It was not easy for me. I was very lonely, there was nobody I could share my story with so all I could do was to surrender to the pain and venom of my loneliness and hoping along the way, a light would shine to disperse the darkness on my heart.

Thirteenth day into my plight, I came across this poem; "Comes The Dawn" by Veronica Shoffstall. What a life changer it was to me! After reading the poem over and over again, I begun to realize as Kahlil Gibran said; "Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself, but if we love and must have desires, then our desires should be to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness.To be wounded by our own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving, to rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy, to return home at eventide with gratitude, and then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in our heart and a song of praise upon your lips."

Read the poem and enjoy it too;

"After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn...
That even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure... That you really are strong And you really do have worth... And you learn and learn... With every good-bye you learn."