“I feel old and tired sometimes. Feel like I should sail away from the borders of this world, if only just to find new burdens in another. Do you?”
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Sea
“Close your eyes. Do you see?”
“This is where we first met. I dug into the earth while you held the seed of this tree, cupped in your hands, like it was the most precious thing in the world. “
“This tree has been waiting everyday, with arms wide open, asking the Sea, if we are coming back.”
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Nothing Happens
He leaned back onto the bed, hands behind his head. She too, leaned back on the bed, hands behind her head, right beside him, their elbows touching.
They said not a word to each other, both lost in their own thoughts, in their own world. They have been friends for two years and it seems that they were immensely attracted to each other, but for some reason, nothing ever happened between them. Their relationship was just like how they were in bed, in close proximity, slightly touching but never intertwining.
They were both characters of restraint, each for their own reasons. She wanted to kiss him, and he wanted to be kissed. Why was it sometimes so hard for two people to give love or for that matter lust a chance? It seemed the more the attraction, the harder it was for sparks to fly.
Finally, she sat up and moved off the bed. He held his position, calmly, without saying anything, without doing anything. Ironically, that was exactly why she adored him, for his steadfast calmness.
She put on her trench coat, and got ready to leave. She was willing and able to move on.
“Vanessa?” He said gently and softly.
“Yes?”
“Should I walk you to your car?”
“No, I’m alright. I’ll see you around, maybe. Bye.”
“Bye.”
After she left, he reached for his guitar and began humming a tune:
Out she went and in came loneliness
She said she loves him
He thought,
I’m just a man
Who needs no strings to tie me down
He loves her
But he prefers his journey
Without a ride
After all, we are all alone
After all, we are all alone
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Is the Sky Always Blue? (Vignettes)
"Mommy, is the sky always blue?" Daniel looks up at his mother with bright, round hazel eyes.
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Heaven above, Earth below
Stopped for a rest
Alone again, under the infinite blue sky
But that’s quite alright
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But she turned away. She wasn’t paying much attention; she was thinking of many things; growing up in Oslo, university days, the day she met Patrick, starting her own company, selling the company.
Monday, March 23, 2009
A Bird Must Fly
It never wondered why
But it had to fly
A gleam of a crescent smile across its feathered mask
Carousing in the wind with its white bodice
A thousand miles with one haul
The mighty bird must fly
Friday, February 20, 2009
Things You Left Behind
Cary’s eyes followed the sun as it rose, watching intently from his balcony, while the wind swirled around the leaves of the trees below and then brushed past playfully across his face. Today was going to be a long day; he was moving to Barcelona for two years as senior current affairs journalist for BBC.
He started counting the number of times he has moved in his life; and very quickly he lost count. He laughed to himself and thought, “I had better start keeping a record of all my moves if I want to remember where the heck I have been at the end of my life.”
He went inside and sat on his sofa, next to several large open boxes filled with things he wasn’t taking with him. He ceremonially shuffled through them, bemused by the number of things he had around the apartment that had absolutely no purpose to him.
He leaned back, looked over to the mirror by the wall, and saw his slumped self on the sofa staring back at him. Every time he moved, he gained some new insight. This time he realized that he had kept things around that may have once been, or so he thought, a meaningful part of his life, but have now become objects he no longer needed. That moving on sometimes meant leaving the good and the beautiful, but the needless behind. And he figured that he should do some moving in his mind. Being in relationships with beautiful people he didn’t love, the memory of a lover’s kiss, the sound of his first love’s snores...
There was a knock on the door; it was Cary’s dad. Cary opened the door and hugged him.
“All set, son?” Cary’s dad asked with a wide smile.
“All set!” Cary replied.
“Alright, let’s go.”
Cary gave one last hard look around the apartment; suddenly a huge wave of sadness overcame him. Wishing not to bear the moment any longer, he hastily closed the door behind him, for the final time.