when the lights dim in your head
remember, if you can, my name
and if my name becomes too difficult
remember my face and my smile
and if my face becomes faint
remember my voice and my rhythm
and if my voice becomes distant
remember my hand and my touch
and when the lights go off in your head,
and all else fails
remember my love in the deeps of your silent beating heart.
i prayed for children, i prayed for the right one to have them with, you came,
I got more than i asked for – much more than I asked for.
Here. For you. The red rose.
Not as pretty as you. But it will do. I guess.
To say. I love you.
guitar string broken
that beautiful song lacking
A lost note in love
Tweet tweet my birdie, tweet
Sweet sweet my birdie, sweet
When your heart does beat
For the love you meet
Give her your golden seat
She’ll be at your feet
Tweet tweet my birdie, tweet
Sweet sweet my birdie, sweet
Night night birdie.
Hey Santa,
I’ve never written to you before. I don’t think you know me. But I know you, through pictures and movies. Sorry it took me this long to write. I know you travel all over the world. But I didn’t care for you to visit, before today. It’s not me I want you to come for. It’s him. My son. He waits for you. He has written you a letter. It’s with me if you want to read it. He expects your gifts under the Christmas tree when he wakes up in the morning. Do drop by. We don’t have a chimney. But I’m sure you can find your way in. Has he been good? He has been. He’s a good boy. My boy. I love him. Please make him happy.
She didn’t marry her soul mate, but she married the right one.
It was a cold, cold day when she left us, she took all the light with her, she took all the music with her, she took all the laughter with her, and we were left cold on that cold, cold day she left us.
It was a cold, cold day when she left us, we had to save our drowned hearts, we had to swim against the pressing waters, we had to pull our drenched bodies out, and we remained gasping for breath on that cold, cold day she left us.
It was a cold, cold day when she left us, we looked for her in our hearts, we looked for her in our dreams, we looked for her in our souls. And we found her there, and there, and there.
And that is where she now lives – in us, always, forever.
If she is lucky, she will catch a glimpse of his eyes. His beautiful, beautiful eyes. Maybe he will look towards her and smile. With his beautiful, beautiful smile. Perhaps if she moves closer, her hands would brush against his hands. His beautiful, beautiful hands.
And for ten years. Everyday, her heart sinks when his beautiful eyes meet hers. Everyday, her blood warms when his beautiful smile falls upon her. Everyday, her toes tingle when his beautiful hands touch hers. Every single day, she falls in love with her beautiful, beautiful man all over again, and again, and again.
“Hey, old friend. Remember the day you betrayed me. It’s been years. But I haven’t forgotten. The bitter taste still lingers on my tongue.
Hey, old friend. Remember when I showed you how to kick a ball, dunk a basket, hit a home run. The other boys laughed, only I stood by you. But then you gave me your back. The clench of my fist still hasn’t loosened.
Hey, old friend. Remember when I taught you how to shave your chin, style your hair, pick your clothes. You came out looking good for the girls. But then you denied me. The punch in my chest still sinks deep.
Hey, old friend. My little boy sits next to your little boy in class. I said to him, ‘His father was an old friend.’ But I didn’t tell him of your bitter tasting, chest punching, fist clenching betrayal. I taught my son well, I hope you have taught yours better.”
Life Demiraged 