Monday 18 July 2016

A Dream Away

The future scares me. The uncertainty and the inevitability of it all. Like a storm brewing on the horizon. Inching ever closer. Until everything gets caught up in the sound and fury. I fear failure. I fear the fall. My flaws and foibles have nowhere to hide. I am stripped bare. To the very core of who I am. Who am I? Who will I be? Tomorrow is but a dream away. Will it be a sweet dream? Or will it turn out to be a nightmare? I am a fool. A fool who has lost her way. It becomes harder and harder to hold on to my dreams. To my aspirations. I am weak. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. I fear my spirit will soon falter and fade as well. They say that light shines brighter in darkness. That a person's true mettle will be revealed in adversity. I don't want my life to be filled with regrets. When I look back ten, twenty years from now, I don't want to wallow in self-pity, constantly wondering 'What if....' Life is too short to waste. And tomorrow is but a dream away....

P.S. Sorry for all the doom and gloom. God bless.

Tuesday 17 May 2016

Turn Left

You get in your car
Turn on the radio
Drive on the road
No horizon in sight

Wind in your hair
Sun in your eyes
Nowhere to go
No end in mind

When you reach a crossroad
Just turn left
Right is too easy
Too common a path
Just turn left
The road less travelled
The unbeaten track

When you reach a crossroad
Just turn left

You get on your bike
Put on your helmet
Drive on the road
There’s nowhere to hide

The wide open fields
The dust left behind
There’s nothing ahead
There’s no one at all

When you reach a crossroad
Just turn left
Right is too easy
Too common a path
Just turn left
The road less travelled
The unbeaten track

When you reach a crossroad
Just turn left

Listen to your heart
The compass of your soul
Follow the stars
Wherever they go

When you reach a crossroad
Just turn left
Right is too easy
Too common a path
Just turn left
The road less travelled
The unbeaten track

When you reach a crossroad
Just turn left
Just turn left
Just turn left
Turn left

Sunday 1 May 2016

Two Poems

Lies About Love
by
D. H. Lawrence

We are all liars, because
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow,
whereas letters are fixed,
and we live by the letter of truth.
The love I feel for my friend, this year,
is different from the love I felt last year.
If it were not so, it would be a lie.
Yet we reiterate love! love! love!
as if it were a coin with a fixed value
instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud.

Harlem
by
Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?