The smell of naivety seeps into the skin..

Vapours of curiosity fills the air permeating the mind,

The desire of becoming keeps the flame burning,

In every flickering light a hero shines through the darkest night,

Taking the shape of a knight in shining armor sweeping off your feet,

A savior of imaginary powers defeating your doubts of losing in,

The curious mind strengthens the fragility of a mortal skin,

In myths, in heroes, every child in us wants to believe,

In the world of make believes, every question lies an answer,

The good always wins over the evil monster,

Truth prevails in time, the silver lining surfaces and honesty shines,

That's because every child in us persist to keep on believing,

In our hero even when the world stops us from pursuing.

strands of her hair is brushed against the windy breeze,
she looked upon the open sky, it wasn't the footsteps she had missed,
It was always pain, suffocating her soul when she was asleep,
she felt sorrow, intense grief, perhaps it was time indeed,

another ray of light begins to surface, the morning dew precipitate,
the end is here, the beginning is near,
her words were bitter, weaving lies, webbing truths,
she now smells laughters, tasting euphoric waves,
It is time to heal, the price to pay she will never know,

he says "you're burying them, the pain",
she says, "no, i'm looking at the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow",
he laughs in amazement, "you never learnt have you?"
she nods her head, tilted her chin, " that is life, isn't that so?"

he pulled her hand, tasting the memories on her moist lips,
she closed the door of the ocean, bridged the sun and snow,
turning to the spectrum of colors, casting across the sky,
when the rain stops, she stands over the myriad of lights and smiled,
the grey clouds will always remain her soul while she danced to the rainbow.

once there was Naivety, grows from the golden tree,
the sparrows flew across, nest'd upon it's branches,
when autumn came, the ripen' leaves flown away by the hustling breeze,
it was cold and dry, upon the barren land,

then came the people, toiled on the vacant soil,
Greed succumbed, and the seeds feed the starving heart,
Honesty was the rising sun, casting upon the courageous ones,
Evil were the fruits of labour, laughing upon the fools who sunk deeper,

t'was how Naivety loses her faith, and the Wise knows no wisdom,
haywire is the urban world, running in circles searching for the lost pearl,
hidden deep in the ocean, as though as wide it may be,
Passion lies beneath the clamoring waves, drifting across shores,

He seeks answers to the hidden treasure, building Hopes and Dreams,
She clings on to her treasured,reminiscing Memories,
Destiny wrote a book, unrevealed upon human existence,
Love is the mother of all creatures,and the pacemaker of lonesome heartbeats.

This is meant to be a poetry entry,
but because this site will be in serious renovation,
I'm taking a break from all rules,
Someone said I'm gonna quit design by the time i hit 30,
I said, "Maybe I will if i get married?"
That's cause design isn't my forte,
I visualise my words,
Fabricate my thoughts,
Live my P A S S I O N.
"I'm definately not gonna leave my passion"

Drifting away across the shores, tasting the bitterness of the soil,

Of the crushed seeds buried deep in the toil of all captive prisoner,

Who builds its own walls, chained to its self imposed fear,

The pilgrim awaits, before it heeds to his intuitive steer,

In the feat of salvaging the flickering fire, many paths are crossed,

As unfamiliar masks are unveiled, the voyage halted to no avail,

As the tongue spells no words, the heart finds no salvation,

While the traveler seeks the truth, the answer buried deep obscured by greed,

In his last breath, the door of familiarity closes upon,

But his journey does not end, while another door welcomes with bleeding hands,

He left the homeland with a baggage upon his shoulder,

While a lost prisoner lingers, seeking faith holding on a little longer,

As she carved a nameless face on the driftwood, the wave clamors,

Before he sails away to the borderless ocean, the darkest of night gave way,

To the kindred souls who find comfort, to the frail spirit which dampens,

As it takes courage for the traveler to knock on the door in which he had fallen.

if humanity was abundant, the darkest of the night shall light,
if coldness does not shiver, the warmth of blood may heal all sickness,
when grey skies loom over the earth, the trees shall whisper to the shrubs below,
there will be no enemies, no wars , no slaves, no poverty,

when uncertainties unveils a clear path, footsteps no longer lingers,
and the eyes shall see, a picture of hills and greens,
if words are enough to soothe the troubled minds,sing them a melody of love,
the birds will be the singer, the wind composers,

when the voidness no longer accomodates, the chasm shrinks,
thoughts are confined, noone will be held captivity,
if we have a choice, the painters will keep on painting,
lovers embracing, mothers doting, friends holding hands, united we stand,

ALAS!
the world remains cold as the shivering snow, starvation precede waste,
He says stop dreaming, as long as there is greed there will be no peace,
unless we point a gun on his head, perhaps he will choose to live,
the life he is borrowing thrown into the wastedbin. 

crushing into the stones , the unbreakable soul,
euphoric waves sweeping a mask of confusion,
materializing a vague sense of desirable possesion,
enticing the weakness of the fragile, the flower fades,

enveloping the sky, the blanket of hope creases,
along with the blazing sun, baking the sunken eyes,
where is the warmth of snow, on the other side?
melting away the grains of sands, lost in the ocean,

fighting a long endless battle, even the soldiers sigh,
even the bravest need a rest, on the ragged tent,
what more can a mere soul, what more can a bare hands?
tears desperating to flow, corked against the rushing waves,

when the weak wails in pain, the strong holds on in vain,
do tell me otherwise, do tell me if there are signs,
history bears wisdom of the weak, what if no one reads?
isn't is a waste of time, but what is time when it bears no life?

all that keep the fire burning, until the fire eats away everthing,
where do you run and hide, from the contagious plague,
silently it eats you within, while the placebo heals from the outside,
but where does the soul seek comfort, in the conflicting minds?

while they wish for more time, the pendulum swings unknowingly,
while the powerful laughs in their victory, the weak dies in glory,
as is nature's law comes in play, everything runs in circle again,
it will be fine, for while the sun burns, it snows on the other side...

in blood we bond,and yet we drift,
the chances are, once every calender cycle we meet,
perhaps our hearts were confined, as secrets divine,
our talks were brief, greetings and farewells meet...

carved on frames, our smiles engraved,
you were a friend, unintentionally erased,
taken as granted, emotions sublimed,
as there will be time, as fate designed..

when you told me, you are to leave,
i nod and simply wish, your days are of blessings,
against diversed odds, you proved to be strong,
but i remember you told me, like a girl you once weep..

the only time we shared, souls laid bare,
the first and the last, right before farewells meet,
walls fell apart, in that moment we clicked,
like those forgotten days, like a child we played.

for long was a time, when i willingly shared,
the sense of belonging once gone, numbed in belief,
perhaps it could be in the streams of blood, we are bonded,
that i felt a strong urge to say, "My dearest sister, you will be missed"

the dim blue light illuminates my departure,
the songs of farewell made my heart sunk deep,
i took my pen and scribbled my thoughts,
with each words i carved my bitter sentiment,

tears flow down my cheeks, dampen my chapped lips,
drifting away in my chasm of thoughts, our memories enliven my sleep,
of your warm embrace against the cold shivering wind,
of your caressing words, rekindled my burning hibernating spirit,

as we waved goodbye, i dared not turn as i promised not to cry,
i remembered what you said, the end is yet another dream starting anew,
as i touched the ground, i kept our memories safe and sound,
untainted and unharmed, from all who deny true love and sacred passion,

farewells and reunions are the part and parcels of life,
just like how the sun sets and rise to bring life to all beings,
or like the flowers who planted its' seeds to enrich its surroundings,
we are the two lovers who are far apart, yet close within,

the wait had ended, turning another chapter of our passionate dreams,
emotions drains physically, but yet strengthens our flickering sprits,
oceans and mountains drift us apart, dreams and hopes knows we are one,
till our next meet, we know we are not waiting but serenading with Time...