a mid nite silly dream...

Sometimes I just felt like…
Run away or join a mass get away...
Far away from what we are obliged…
Or the price we ought to pay…
In exchange for a better tomorrow, and today…

Hence we roam the city one day…
Every road and every little single way…
Till the nights are deep are we run astray…
In the empty streets we found our joy…
Just like a child who found a toy…

From one place to another…
We visited places together…
Whereby no one dares to venture…
During the busy working day…
In the lonely and quiet city corner, there we found our pleasure…

Tired and weary we came to the spot…
Where we some peace sought…
Looking up to the full moon hung high in the sky…
Tears came flowing; some started to cry…
After all, far from home…
In this strange land, all alone…

As the season draws to an end…
It’s a new dawn for us, and so to you my friends…
Thanks for being here; you all have been very dear…
Heart to heart talks and friendship walks…
Till then the day we spend together…
Remains in my mind, forever…

-Bornion Crusader-

Curse of the Mother's Day

Cursed be the celebrations of men!!
Shall it just be a remembrance?
Or just a special day for benevolence to the loved ones?
Must it be just a day for kindness?
While the rest the days of detachment and individualism??
I know not the true meaning of Days,
I am confused of its true calling.
Isn’t love ever present?
Why on certain days do we need to show special attention,
Of which I love you tomorrow as how I loved you yesterday and today.
You craved for the comfort the rest sought from words and speeches.
You should have known,
I’m different and “I love you” rarely uttered from my lips,
But that doesn’t mean that I don’t,
Or I never appreciated you,
Rather,
Love is not of feelings, but of faith.
I lost faith n interest in Days,
Never again will I celebrate it,
For it reminds me of how “unloving” one can be,
How “ignorant” and “foolish” can influence one’s mind.
I have tears to spare no more,
You hurt me down,
To the very core.

-Bornion Crusader-

brotherhood...

Once upon a time…
A story of two brothers told…
A legacy unfold…
The firstborn, big and bold…
Strong and mighty…
The second, small but sly…
On to his brother’s heels, tightly hold…
A great rivalry thus begin…
The Sun shown upon the elder…
The Moon on the other…
Time flies as the brothers grow up…
Drinking from the different cups…
Of the Sun n the Moon…
The elder was reckless and wasn’t bright…
Sold off his firstborn rights…
To the younger who was cunning and sly…
When it was time for the Sun to set…
The elder was called and met…
The Sun placed all his bets…
Hopes and dreams on the elder’s lap…
All he wants was a nice meal trap…
Of the wild in exchanged for his blessings…
The Moon overheard and plotted the younger…
To go deep under and overtake his brother…
So the elder ended up with nothing but wrath and anger…
Swore with his live and will hunt down the brother…
The younger feared and ran away…
Exiled from his homeland for many many days…
Time flies by and it was time again…
For the two to meet once more…
Will both of them meet in vain?
Or will both of them end up in pain?
But in the end the elder hugs the younger…
The second he sets his eyes upon…
Tears flow on cheeks like river…
Both brothers lost in the embrace of one another…
This brings to an end of a story like no other…
Where the love of brotherhood last forever…
Nothing else but love could fit between…
Two souls that fought together ever since…
Both as friends yet foes…

-Bornion Crusader-