Silence of the heart,
Unheard scream stuck at the bottom of the throat,
Too fragile kept,
Fragments too sharp to be collected
Reduced to ashes…
Written on 12 September.
Because of love we were together.Because of love I let you go.
Growing up together is not an easy thing.
Perhaps those faults, those decisions, the mistakes, the diverted fates have brought them too far.
A dream — a dream so far to achieve. When you wish strong enough somehow it could come true. But if you choose to hold on one thing, you have to give up the other. Life is never fair to everything you want to hold onto. She got the chances and he got his too.
Perhaps not many people can enjoy a perfect life with everything desired.
But the flash, the glance of joy, the very hint of hope, that overwhelming feeling is nothing to be replaced. Tide of time, breeze of the destined future, glitter of the stars in the virtual sky without ceiling — that feeling will last until the end of the path.
And she sighs.
The dance in her dream has never seemed so true: the touch of the hands, kisses at the lips, sights in the eyes — how much she wished to have become true throughout all those years of solitary. If time could have been kinder to them.. only if time could have left them alone, one year, or two, or twenty and thirty, it could have been a better story, to both.
But there is no way to go back. It is just too late to go back. Perhaps their lives are not made for each other; Perhaps it’s just one of the dreams, one of the plot, one of the climaxes in the life long movie.
Somehow, she thought, somehow fate has done it for good. That is the most beautiful piece, the best craft, the most splendid diamond, the brightest star in the whole universe of their own. No one to bother, nothing to care, it was the best story in their lives.
In search of lost time —
a moment frozen,
dropping sand, pouring water, steaming vapour,
a second to remember.
time moving backward,
a mirror universe.
Written on 19 December.
A remembrance of things past.
So bright and full of miracles–
To be yourself
To be free
To be dreamy and be a better me…
The little getaway
Into the the adventures in the wonderland,
The dark hole of false hope
The dream is coming to an end,
The reality began.
The casted spells
The illusions shown
The untold truths
The realised costs.
— is finally coming to an end.
Written on 17 April 2016.
The fading boundaryBetween my two realities
Lies the the edge of my sleep
On the stitches of the sleeves:
I stood on the steepest tip
Of the antique clock
On the wall
It said nine but it is pronounced seven
Early in the morning
With the murmuring
Of my brother and father
And the buzzing sound from the worn out radio,
Waking me up but it is not time yet
Give me more rest before you regret
Written on 12 March 2016
From the two realities