Wednesday, 14 April 2010

to the sad clown…

it’s true that people say when you travel, you meet different kinds of people. true to that, i met many different people with different personalities from my recent trip.

 

there’s this one person whom surprised me. i had not expected to see two different sides of faces that hung on the same skull which could potentially be so distinctive from one another.

 

and my god, i think i was terrified at first. the impression this person (which is a girl) gave me in a conversation was friendly, passionate and somewhat attractive. but when i paid a visit to the her blog online, i felt as if i had intruded into a totally different person’s territory. what was masked behind the somewhat extrovert character is a moody, emotional and to a large extent a very egoistic side of this pitiful individual.

 

i think what she claims in her blog that she does best is to put on different levels of intelligence and masks to suit different people she meets. let say she meets a fool, she would then speak and act very much like one (to not let the fool feel intimidated according to her blog) and should she meet an intellect, she would happily tears the masks off and enjoy the intellectual talk. this made me wonder, what kind of masks did she put on when she spoke to me??

 

yet i must admit, i was already very much drawn to her at the first place, even more after i found out the different side of her. her ability to wear different masks to suit different people she interacts with really impress me, and in truth made me feel intimidated and slightly disgusted.

 

then i began to pity her and probably she does deserve some pity. such individual may never truly seen her true self in the mirror. is she really better than the rest? is she really one of the rare intellectual, the wise among the many fool? if so, is she happy? what joy can come to a clown, who smiles and cries to satisfy the crowds?

 

i do want to try to befriend this sad yet interesting individual. but her high and sturdy egoistic wall bars herself from doing so. yet what i can do here is to just wish her all the best, that she would one day no longer need to put on masks and wear emotions that doesn’t resonate with her heart, that she would learn that even the most popular and successful clown, is the one that really needs cheering up.

 

Tuesday, 13 April 2010

Say…

People say things come and go,

and time would heal everything…

What is this then, this feeling deep in my heart?

Why is it then, my soul is struggling?


People say years are as days

when we live as it is the last…

What is this then, this impatience I feel?

Why is it then, I can’t wait for this to pass?


People say friends are forever,

friends are their life and pride…

What is this then, this feeling of loneliness?

Why is it then, no one’s by my side?


People say love last forever,

unbound by dimensions of space, time and death…

What is this then, this dire lust for more?

Why is it then, I thought I have it all?


I say,

time may heal, but some scars are beyond repair…

Friendship don’t last forever,

at times the burden is too heavy to bear…

Love dissipates like thin air,

when people used up their fare…

Yet a little dose of gratitude and the will to share…

would ensure immortality of these to those who care…


I say,

be it yesterday, tomorrow or even today,

whatever people say,

Let me be wise, and listen to what the Spirit chooses to say,

for guidance, protection and strength in every way,

every day.

Tribute to Aries…

I pray,

As thou step towards the ripeness of age,

So does your taste of elegance and grace,

Decorates and beautify the Canvas of Your Life.

By the use of wisdom, governing over wits,

And of the loving hand of the Father,

Watching over thee from where He sits,

Thou shall be sustained in Faith, Love and Hope,

As thou steps beyond this Blessed Day,

Never shall thou walk alone down the way.

-Happy Blessed 21st Birthday-

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

Sonnet of the Foolish Fellow…

long it has passed that it’s forgotten,

that fateful day of anguish.

it was then I felt alone and abandoned,

no voice to me could reach.

finally to me it came to light,

why people would hurt themselves?

to ease the pain with greater blight,

sedating the Flesh deeper to hell.

I’ve tried and tried, and to no avail,

it reached a point I gave it up.

I thought with sincerity i wouldn’t fail,

but only salt onto the wound was rubbed.


three years has passed, yet there’s more to go,

for all I know, I was nothing but a foolish fellow

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

The Nights of Liberty…

 

The silence of Liberty worries me…

as how any daunting silence do…

No songs of birds but petty laughter heard..

shut behind the Willow door…

 

the queerness of Liberty intrigues me…

as in silence I watch Aries cry…

but the air contains a deadly scent…

i wonder, if there is anything needing mend…

 

the silent tears of Liberty haunts me…

the image of tears sliding down Her cheeks…

i can’t help but think of me the fee…

that renders such pain to Her who seeks…

 

the joy of Liberty lifted me…

I’ve not been happier than I could remember…

but if my joy is built upon the Her grieve…

i would have stayed put and spare Her rather…

 

the warmth of Liberty reminds me…

that friends in need are friends indeed…

yet in times where the diluted barrier fails to act…

this warmth becomes the reason to not look back…

 

This ground of Liberty has brought me much…

more than i could imagine, wish and thought…

but it’s built upon the grounds of pain…

i could not bid myself to visit it again…

 

i am sorry for not making it easy for Liberty…

as Aries wanders its skies in tears…

i can’t promise more but to be a friendly guide..

should Her weary tears drown out Her sight…

Until i return to the grounds of Liberty…

May Aries braces Herself,

and be happy…

 

-Bornion Crusader-