Random Thoughts #7

Love is beautiful to write of in poetry. But I guess in a cynical world love can only be truly pure in that romanticized form we see in poems. For now I see only broken promises and deceiving hearts. Now love is all about personal gain, nothing more nothing less. At least we still have poetry and fairy tales and literature in general to look up to. Ah the irony of the words they once said "I will never leave you". 

Looking back I can only think of one thing to say "Shit Happens"

Random Thoughts #6 (We are our Memories)

There are some moments in life, that though many an age would have passed, yet would seem like it were only yesterday. Maybe they define you, maybe they are you, for what is individuality but the sum of our experiences and memories ?

Random Thoughts #5 (My lineage in literature)

For those of you who don't know. I am not a published author. While it remains a dream of mine to someday publish a collection of the poems I've written so far, there is something else I wish could also happen. Which is that one day my parents would actually understand at the very least one of my poems. Amazingly despite writing myself into a university youth festival winning port and also regularly coming on the radio to recite my poetry no one in my family has any associations with literature what so ever. Strange it seems, but hey that's life for you. Perhaps the greatest irony I've ever seen is the son of a man who found 7th grade English poetry tough went on to write English poetry at this level and maintains this blog

#Scribbles #5

Thinking back to my father's words,

Which always seemed so cold.
I remember them fondly now,
Maybe I'm getting old

#Scribbles #4

Life changes its beauty all the time
Sometimes it’s a shade, sometimes life is sunlight
Live every moment here to your heart’s content
The time that is here may not be tomorrow

One who loves you whole heartedly
It is difficult to meet that person
If there is someone like that somewhere
That person is more beautiful than all
Take that person's hand
He or she may not be so gracious tomorrow

Live every moment here to your heart’s content
The time that is here may not be tomorrow
Taking the shadow of your eyelashes, when someone comes near
You try to reason with your crazy heart
Your heart just goes on beating
But think, that which is here now
That story may not be here tomorrow

Life changes its beauty all the time
Sometimes it’s a shade, sometimes life is sunlight
Live every moment here to your heart’s content
The time that is here may not be tomorrow
The time that is here may not be tomorrow

#Scribbles #3

Ah, If only our voices could speak at night.
Be carried across the valleys, instead of fading into silence.
What untold stories would those voices have to say ?
But the whispers of our very hearts

#Scribbles #2

My love for you is like fine wine
Which ages well over time