Declutter

17th Feb 2019

Photo by Javier Allegue Barros on Unsplash

I stopped looking for things to recall,
about us,
about the past.
I have realised that's a sign of me settling for less
than what I deserve.
I have come to the conclusion
that I wanted more than what I had.
I deserve better, so I let go of this
to make space for things better.

Lovers nor Friends

29th Jan 2019

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

You and I can never be friends,
I tried.
I thought, it would otherwise
Be a pity
to the good times, the cold nights,
the last kissed goodbye
and your parents' love story.

I failed though,
I hate to admit it.
Everywhere I go, I see leftover love.
Everything I kept
I smelt rotten fruits.

Days no more
Love no longer, I died just a little.
I cried just enough
to function as an emotional being.
I am just a woman.
I am just a human.
Whenever love dies, I still have to
live, to drink, to dance.
Friendship does not grow from
dead affections.

For that, I say,
Civil, behave, goodbye.
Not again, you and I aren't good enough

for lovers nor friends 

Ripe

Photo by Anna Kaminova on Unsplash

I have been home, back from wanders.
But my mind, never stopped traveling.
Lost in her own best ways,
sometimes confused, sometimes grateful.

A situation like this:
Two most familiar persons
pretend to be strangers.
unfortunately,
none of them know
about the rituals.

Is it to speak about
the good times?
Or pardon each other
for the intrusion of peace?
Things are never
as bad as they seem,
just two shattered glass.

When apples are ripened
enough to fall from the tree
it will never go back
to where it belonged.

When the heart is ripened
enough to fall,
it will never
never return.

Turbulence

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The blue sky catches a glimpse of the golden ray of sunshine,
the light breeze continues to waltz with the summer air,

With both eyes closed,
a familiar face resurfaces through my turbid mind,
makes an unpleasant return, creates waves of blocked
memories and months of defenses crumbling in turbulence.

A safe place, where minds are clear,
fences are built high, and I don't have time
for blurry eyes dreading over turbid past.

 

An unfinished tale

27/12/2018 Finland

Three overnight bus rides,
two cruise nights,
one reindeer ride later.
Three Finnish cities,
two Scandinavian countries,
and one white Christmas later.

My heart is full of love
of those who give and create.
Full of gratefulness
of adventures and experiences.
My imagination of vivid experience lingers.
My love of people and things grew stronger.
My gratefulness of this life stays.
And my wonderful memories of adventures stored away.

This trip took me to winter wonderland,
to the Arctic Circle of a foreign land,
to negative ten degree weather
and to places that many of us wonder.

Excitement is an understatement
for the sleeps we lost,
the cold we endured, the fun we created
and many more things that will soon be the history.
But this one,
shall be an unfinished tale in my next sleep.

The show will go on

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25/12/2018 Christmas, Finland

Kissed goodbye, here I go.
Walking on the lonely road,
Dragging my suitcase
On the bumpy road.

Without a glance
At the direction of you.
Because I knew the second
Will be long.

Hours past and roads
Are still long.
But I knew I must
Put on a glory show.

Show you what I can do
Without your help.
Show you what I can do
Without your love.

Step by step,
Day by day.
I am getting strong
And doing great.

Rain pours, wind blows,
I must go.
Let it pour and let it blow.
I will not stop the show.

She is within

 23/12/2018 - Finland

Photo by Nick Reynolds on Unsplash

In a world filled with more than us,
Plants, trees and stars.
All I see was you and me.
All along, all I can have was me.

Stars filled up the night sky
Which I used to look at,
Wish I had you by my side.
All along, all I really had was me.

I used to walk in the darkness,
And look behind me,
Wish I had walked with you.
All along, all I really had was me.

She was stronger than I think,
Smarter than anyone would believe,
Worthier than what he deserves,
Beautiful than what she sees.

All I really needed was just me,
The girl who never left,
Despite what the future holds.
She fostered a home in me
And planned to reside within.

I am healing with my butterfly

Photo by Fleur on Unsplash

Few days after you left me,
I have realised something,
I lost me
and I need to do something.

A butterfly came,
left few imaginations
and her grace lingered.

Expectations were for the weak.
I was ready to fight my battle
like the day that came unexpectedly.
At least, this time I am.

When the needle touched my skin,
and started to create the butterfly
that gave me imaginations again
I knew beauty is pain.

So is love,
So was my love,
So was the moment when truth left unsaid,
respect left undone.

The first few needles were sharp pain
like the time when you selfishly said goodbye
but then it got better.
I was numb to the needle,
I was numb to the pain.

Now I look into the mirror,
I see a butterfly that I wanted
and a person who I wanted.

From now on,
I am healing with my butterfly. 

Life happens

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Life is a spontaneous game.
Ready or not, it will hit.
So be ready to love, be ready to hate,
be ready to fail and to never quit.

Life happens at a blink of an eye
and at the speed of light.
To love or to hate,
to quit or to fight,
you better make up your mind.

Life is going to get you,
and take you when you are not ready,
to catch you when you are off guard.

One, two, three, ready, set,
Life happens.

Be fearless

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My friend,
be fearless to pursuit it,
be fearless to love it,
be fearless to try it.
Because you don't know when your life might end,
your time might cease,
or where your life might lead.

Just live your life without regrets,
live your life with happiness,
and live your life without fears.

Do not worry about money
because do what you love
will make your rich,
rich in your emotions,
rich in your satisfactions
and richness beyond means money could provide.

Believe in yourself, my friend
and believe in the magic of time.

How I wish our love would last

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How I wish our love would last, 

like the day we laid our eyes on each other.

But the memories are already in the past,

Can the time take us back to the start? 

To the time when the night was cold,

our love was warm. 

To the time when we talked about growing old

and lose all of our youthful charm. 

I still remember the kiss we shared at last,

yet you moved on without a single trace.

Oh, how I wish our love would last,

But love was never an intended race.

Leave me

Photo by Jacob Mejicanos on Unsplash

If you are going to leave,

leave me, leave the good

and the bad, leave the wonderful 

and the sad. 

Or take me, 

Take me with you, to create

a future, a dream, a house 

and something we want. 

Maybe it is a trouble,

Then leave me behind
with the good and the bad,
the wonderful and the sad, 

leave them all with me.