Patches

Once I wrote about a trance state that came naturally to me, I did not taste it intentionally. Unknown places are calling in, that's not strange to someone like me. And I do not hesitate to embrace my unknown destiny. They say that everything has a reason, they say with every shit happening around you, destiny takes shape...the shape of identical you, the curves and the flats, tight and loose. I'm unaware of what would be the mystery of the pot, hence I just do things on my impulse..confusion indeed treads in and I seek advice, but then we shall not be too timid or too open. Just keep walking, take things head-on.
I, consider myself as a writer, not as good though. I write with my limited words, and with the consent of my brain  I might restrict very personal experience within only my reach. Paulo Coelho says "Writing is like dancing naked in a street" and he says right. So if I put minimum clothes on, I am not writing for myself, it becomes a mockery of my reason to write. Writing is such a relief, letting yourself flow with your thoughts and coming back to senses to see that world doesn't care for you but how do you please it, is a realization that writing isn't a hobby nor a profession, its a meditation to those who know what words can do. I think I know now that placing words after each digital blank space is easier than placing them in my mind, voids are inconsistent and speaking of my temperament. 

You

My eyes open to see your smile, and the end with the contentment that you sleep happy. Who are you? Did you ever belong to me? You have made my day and night crazy. I wander in your thoughts, too blind to see problems coming and going away. Smell of the bathing earth, rising and setting sun, leaves growing and withering, music art or dance, all I experience at once. You have made my life wonderful. You have changed nothing and yet I get mature with your love, I get old like wine. I think, and believe that I shall pen down my thoughts about you but I rather keep thinking as if possessed by your affection, I wander on damp road, smiling. You have a beautiful heart, and an amazing smile. I've loved you like I loved me once, alive and inspiring. 

Affordable Happiness

What would be the best-est of the feelings for me? To me, standing in the middle of a long bridge between two tree covered mountains and a peaceful but huge river flowing beneath, cool breeze and my open hair brushing against the air, the shiver of the nature on my skin and bewildered eyes watching the flow of the river, eyes gazing and gazing at the distance and coming back to the water. Nature cures you, in and out, to me it the best-est of the feelings, to be so near and yet so far. Well, my mum's and dad's smile may do that too, but somewhere at a place like this will be a dream come true. :)

Broken Bridge

I was always there,
You did not see me
although you stared
And in your heart
you were finding me,
a time spared to share.
What you think and 
what you want, you knew
the essence of an old page and ink
is the soul of you.
Bringing up in heart
those moments to live
to cheer
Now, when it gets real
It is cruel than we thought,
we, me and you.
Well, then as I pass
You lose
You lose your sheer
hope and wonder
But at last 
you shouldn't have given up 
I'm the culprit
and I surrender.


-knightesS