Rambles

For the poetry enthusiasts and those who enjoy eccentric thought processes

soon we will be free

My stomach is sick with saccharine glazed donuts and coffee overdue by five hours, but we leave the brown napkins and the graveyard of brain cells behind as we venture into the late night. The barista greets us a friendly goodbye with a smile that hasn’t aged in five hours; I am mentally exhausted but his brightness makes me summon a weak expression in response.

Immediately we see the bridge, an intricate structure of white steel that only looks more mystifying in the dimness of night. A lazy crowd filters around us as we try to capture the beauty of the moment with inadequate smartphone cameras. But the lens cannot replicate the softness of midnight waters that simmer in purple haloes, the glaring streetlights that drown themselves in waves to be reincarnated as gentle golden suns.

The most unextraordinary asphalt paths somehow became magical as the skies darkened; at least in the moment it seemed so. I almost believed that they could lead me anywhere.

lucky

How do i pour out my heart just like this?

People say that lovers are blind, so sensitive to every charming attribute and perfection yet so aloof to every point of weakness, every gap in the canopy of stars. But friendship is not like that. Friendship is the soft hand that gently pries your eyes open, making you starkly aware of every speck of dust and glitter that drifts in the current of your conversations. Friendship builds on the struggles you go through to come to terms with the flaws that are so real. It steels you inside so you come out stronger and more resistant to embers, it makes you accepting of every mistake and malleable to every need.

I admit that sometimes I feel we are untethered like kites with snapped strings flying in the wind, going north and west and south in pursuit of different dreams and different crowds. But that is a phase in every friendship, and what a man needs is patience and understanding to collect his kites where he set them apart. Our affinity and the troubles we’ve tided through are strong enough to change the winds; with the experiences we’ve shared we can steer ourselves back. We will always find ourselves next to each other again; I am sure of that.

Other times we are confetti afloat, the fireworks exploding when we are intoxicated with the pure joy and fantasy of the moment, magical nights living realities in parallel universes before our real life drags us down from the clouds. We are not the epitome of the vibrance of youth, not the life of the party, but we are stereotypes of ourselves and this is what no one else can ever be.

It hasn’t been a completely smooth journey, but nothing worth holding on to ever is. I hope our words continue to roll off each others’ tongues in natural waves. Let us be raucous and crazy because we have no one to be embarrassed in front of; let us enjoy quiet moments because we have no one we need to impress.

in the house of God

sunlight falls through stained glass and

mutely vibrant shadows colour your cheek

we sit listening to hushed tones in a reverent place with

ceilings tall enough to house the clouds and skies

the flowers are not in their natural resting ground

but they bloom beautifully in his heavenly love

the water draws me in this deep night

in the darkness forever i wish

to hide

i feel at home under this purple sky

drifting in a fantasy, earphones plugged in

listening about streetlights lit up like dim cigars

beside glowing cars that flicker and are gone

troubles overlain by darkness and space

here i belong in my own land of peace

the water calls, the water calls

autumn moon

with dilating irises as dark as the troubled night

i wonder if the moon is a mirror of emotions 

if he gazed at the moon thinking of love would that

celestial light in his eyes descend on me today

would the moon collect golden gleams of emotion in a perfectly symmetrical palette and

reflect the perfection of pure human feeling to the world

or are the dark specks brushing its surface the tails of regret 

of an elusive moon goddess who ceased to exist by her lover’s side

centuries ago?

if only such a place existed!

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a good day

Flexible plastic blades roll on buttons’ command

Dispersing potent draughts of summer’s breath

I am cocooned in scratchy cotton blankets listening to drifting guesses as

specters of sunshine illuminate our little game

It is a lovely warmth that invades the cushions and springs beneath and

a casually cosy love fills my heart with serenity

a tribute to teachers (warrior)

You will guide the fingers on our raised hands like 

burning matches of passion

With every cross and correction you guide us

to the journey of understanding that your own footprints have trod

through your tears and trials; your ingrained resolve, you

mould our minds to bear your sword

sharpen our every instinct to the battles of the mind that

are sometimes the hardest victories to know

 

Your sweat and blood paves the road and you lead us through

this undulating terrain tirelessly

WIth your faith and power running through our veins we will

be the ones to win this war

4 September 2014

The evening silence is beautiful as I

recall the blessings that have graced me today

Toasting creamy cupcakes like pink champagne,

we derive joy in our own small ways

It is the unity and togetherness that gets to me

The cool breeze of the morning clouds as she steers me away from what I only at that moment suspect to be true

The cake waits as the candles do

The song sings as my heart flows to the consistency of melting wax

The smoke clears the gloomy days and the isolated silences fall away

Now their voices mould and rise like an untouchable wave if only in this moment I will remember

 

Yet later what touches me most is the tender truth that tumbles from your stiff lips

impregnated with the pauses of sincere difficulty like the minute gaps that we have easily allowed habits to fill

I know you enough to know how much you had to overcome inside to speak these words

but your words ascribe too much nobility to my actions

because this is simply what is

a friend

4 September 2014

The evening silence is beautiful as I

recall the blessings that have graced me today

Toasting creamy cupcakes like pink champagne,

we derive joy in our own small ways

It is the unity and togetherness that gets to me

The cool breeze of the morning clouds as she steers me away from what I only at that moment suspect to be true

The cake waits as the candles do

The song sings as my heart flows to the consistency of melting wax

The smoke clears the gloomy days and the isolated silences fall away

Now their voices mould and rise like an untouchable wave if only in this moment I will remember

 

Yet later what touches me most is the tender truth that tumbles from your stiff lips

impregnated with the pauses of sincere difficulty like the minute gaps that we have easily allowed habits to fill

I know you enough to know how much you had to overcome inside to speak these words

but your words ascribe too much nobility to my actions

because this is simply what is

a friend

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