Saturday, October 22, 2011

There comes a time...

There comes a time when life doesn't flow
And seems to have slowed down to a trickle
When your days pass by without a memorable moment
And you can but reminisce the days when you were fickle

There comes a time when life has no answers
And questions don't cross your mind anymore
When your thoughts pass by without any significance
And you give up to relishing in memories of the days of yore

There comes a time when life holds no surprises
And realisation dawns on what already has been
When your wants peter down to what you can have
And your reality is more important than your dreams

And your past weighs down what should've been your present
When you're too bogged down by all your strife
And you don't even want to fight to have it all back
There comes a time when life stops being life...

Thursday, October 20, 2011

If you love your job...

...you are mediocre...for you have no ambition and you have no dreams...

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

A Letter from the Butterfly

And She Said:

"The mighty pen stands alone
its glory days are over
The brush with paper, the touch of ink no more
it stays inside its cover

The human speaks of numbers and words
that the pen knew not of before
There is a buzz of gadget, the glare of its screen
no bits of paper that rolled and tore

The fingers that held this pen with love
now do a tapping dance
There's a buoyancy in his fingers
but of its presence in the heart, there is a milder chance

The human may one day stop ignoring his pen
or it may become a bit too late
Till then, work, as men would like it said
keeps the pen in a lonesome wait"

But darling butterfly, dont you know?
 
"There was a dream once, 
worthy enough to be chased
And pen in hand, 
after it I'd raced
 
There was a dream once, 
that filled me with glee
And with words strung together, 
my spirit would roam free
 
There was a dream once 
and she gave  my life meaning
But she walked away once, 
whilst I was still dreaming
 
There was a dream once 
but when it lay shattered I asked what went wrong
And she told me, 
life is more than just words, rhymes and a song
 
There was a dream once 
but reality came calling
Said I was stumbling too much, 
said I was free falling
 
I walk with open eyes now, 
mindful of worldly viles and worldly gains
There was a dream once 
but of it now, only a memory remains..."