Saturday, September 26, 2009


I saw the wind dance upon my eyes,
It carries a colour one knows not,
And brought along the rain that flies.
With tears behind that hide aside.

Saturday, September 19, 2009


In days that are unwell, even though the period of great endurance is short, the damage created could still be substantial. And in the event of recovery, the wound slowly fades away, hidden beneath a layer of pretense, hypocrisy, denial or simply delusional. The residual scar remains intact, serving as a permanent reminder on what lies awaits, if one should fell again. The experience naturally gained, were uncommon and generally uninvited, yet interesting and useful enough to be graciously accepted, and appreciated in dire times.