Tuesday, August 17, 2010


Staring out,
Through the rainwashed glass
Of my hostel room window.
Watching the grey of the weeping sky
Dissolve into the green of the dancing leaves.

A sweet pain of longingness in my lonely heart.
A bitter joy of holding onto false hopes.
The void in me growing bigger
With each passing moment;
Screaming for more space,
Overflowing through my eyes.

Sitting here on my bed,
Hugging my pillow,
And wishing.
Wishing for a thousand wishes.

Wishing that I could go back home;
Wishing that the rain would never stop;
Wishing that you were here to catch my teardrops.
Even though I know that wishes never come true.

Friday, August 13, 2010


Even the darkest nights bloom
When dreams are watered
Sure there is a safe abode..
Ringing laughter
Flowers of spring and beads of sunshine
Shade of green and peace of blue
You are never too cold for loving
Never too dead for giving!