This Valentines

I wish you bluebirds in the spring

To give your heart a song to sing

And then a kiss, but more than this

I wish you love

And in July a lemonade

To cool you in some leafy glade

I wish you health

But more than wealth

I wish you love

My breaking heart and I agree

That you and I could never be

So with my best

My very best

I set you free

I wish you shelter from the storm

A cozy fire to keep you warm

But most of all when snowflakes fall

I wish you love

But most of all when snowflakes fall

I wish you love

I do. =]

This life belongs to "Happy"

I’m through with being the “sad” person.

I had started to let that word define who I was. I was the “heart broken” one, needing constant watching-over and support. They’d look towards me every time a sad song played; ready to rush in if I looked to be falling apart. Sad ghazals, sad poetry, heart break and betrayal became the essence of my life’s story.

I’m through with being the “sad” person. There are so many adjectives I’d rather be: “fun”, “exciting”, “passionate”, and “vivacious”.

I made a new friend. I call him Red. He’s all of these words, and more. He reminded me of someone I used to know. He reminded me of me of me, a lifetime ago.

One day I saw that his perspective colored me “Sad”. That’s the word he categorized me under. Ironically, it made me even more so. =)

Because once upon a dream, I planned to always be “Happy”. [http://aforml.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-diary-belongs-to-happy.html]And here I am, a jaded cynic, and sad to boot. When did this happen? How could I have let life get so out of hand? When did I lose control of who I am, who I would be?

So here I am, taking the wheel again. This life belongs to "Happy".



Note: It'd be easier to understand if you read the linked post.

A really bad bit of writing

It finally rained in my city.

The sky is so much clearer. The air is fresh, the colors crisp. Lights are brighter, shadows darker; even scents are sharper. It’s like the rain has washed away the veils of grime that hindered sight.

With the first shower, the dust has settled, and a strange peace prevails.

The showers may be likened to the first wave of heartbreak. A hurricane that sweeps through, darkening our skies with loneliness.

But after the pain, as time goes by, colors are crisper, light is brighter, scents sharper. Somehow, the world looks more beautiful. Everything seems new. It’s like the pain cleansed my system. I lost a lot of illusions, but the cynicism washed away too.

Like nature celebrates life after the rain, my heart beats faster, my faith is stronger, after the hurt.

As life settles around me, the pain has settled, and a strange peace prevails.




Note: I'm not in the least bit satisfied with this. But I've been feeling this, you know? =/ Oh, and is repeating that line too much drama? =l