Few darned days

Friend: Haiix... Why? Why is happiness always gone?
Me: That's because we try too hard
Friend: Did i do anything wrong?
Me: ...
Friend: Tell me. Please, why is it so fucked up?
Me: No. Nobody did anything wrong.
It's just that nothing goes right.
That's why we're always in pursuit
Remember? The pursuit of happiness
Friend: Then tell me, why is it that everything
would go wrong and people love to find
something to blame?
Me: Cause it makes them happy that they aren't
at fault.
Friend: Haiix..

She's out there now, she has her own two feet

you know that it might be a facade.

but you still have to give yourself more time.

your god given apology will not save anything.

if losing this friend makes her happier,

then lose her. say your piece when you're ready

and let her decide what's next.

Make it real

Something is missing.
something important.
(im sorry)
during the transitioin,
if ever anyone was at fault,
then the fault be the confused.
(i really am)
but the one whom hadn't kept
parting promises would also
be at fault.
(i love you)
friends she had claimed to be
now, stangers would do better.
what more could he provide?
only a sorry and true feelings
(just that im not ready for anything)
yes, he could blame everyone
but himself he too could blame
nothing is wrong in this world
'cept for humans and their misery.
(so i guess, this is goodbye)
his time is running out,
he needs some of it to get things done
but she couldnt give him a little more
he only wanted to let her choose,
she chose the distance.
(je t'aime)
now no one is being blamed here,
just a weighing of incidents.
and an explaination of a plot and
storyline of a probable hatred to come

The corner of war and peace

What exactly do you define as peace?
or what do you consider is war?

here's the story of a boy,
a boy whom fought for his dreams
but wound up hurt and lost.
A boy who has lost all motivation

he wanted peace but no one knew,
that kind of peace that he longed for,
can be provided.

he knew something was wrong,
he swore he started out at the wrong foot,
but he persevered,
he drove on thinking that mistakes
could be corrected if he walked tall.

he is at war with his mind
and his heart is not an ally.
in this battle, he took sides with his heart,
he tried his best to win this war.
yet again, he realised that
this war, could not be won,
his heart has betrayed him.

he was blind, he was blinded by
his lust for peace in his soul.
who could blame him?
everyone wants a better life.

it was a cold night, the rain was
pouring. he saw and witness the
struggles of a soul,
he was told to keep her warm.
he should have minded his business.
but his desire for humane touch
and his heart, brought him warm.

he allowed himself to be immersed
in the warmth of a beating heart,
the warmth his heart could not give.
this feeling so great, his mind was
clogged.

the rain miraculously ceased,
he then heard voices of his fears,
he had failed to remove them.
he was crashing, he wanted to run
this time, for real, he had to run,
to a place where no one could find him
and he had left in a heartbeat,
without so much of a word,
his shillouette would soon disappear.

"She calls out to the man on the street,

'sir can you help me?

It's cold and i've nowhere to sleep

is there someplace you can tell me?'

He walks on, doesn't look back

he pretends he can't hear her.

Starts to whistle as he crosses the street

seems embaressed to be there."

Rhythm, Music

Nature creates itself in rhythms,
when things move in rhythms, they create sounds.
sounds in rhythm is music
the soul of the world.