Alchemy

Love is not selfish.
People are.

Many speak of love as a chemistry, but I think it to be an alchemy.
For it ought to be more spiritually intertwined than reactive.

Love alters the soul.
And the alchemy of purifying the soul requires patience and understanding-
Two elements frequently misplaced in human nature.

Colours

We lead many different lives
We meet various people
& in some places, in time where memories are made
Ordinary things happen

But between the folds of simplicity and routine,
We learn upon reflection
That these small breaths of minutes, seconds-

Reveal different sides of us
Shades and colours within us, we never thought existed.

Everybody's got a story that will change your heart.

Perhaps projecting superficiality just got easier.
Because it's become harder to interpret genuineness with social media.

Fire

When the volcano spills,
& vomits all the lava there is
from it's cavity

An ocean of fire
That cools and becomes
Molten rock-
Dark and hard with time.

Here we are,
After spitting liquid fire,
Here we are,
Solidified by time
& here we are,
Just another
Natural disaster

But then again,
Even rocks crumble

Familiar stranger is an oxymoron.

Beauty's price

The worst things in life may come free to us,
But they are beautiful things in disguise-
When reflected in hindsight.

I suppose the cost of beauty, is enduring free calamities.

Dragonfly

I could hear the birds chirping
Calling at the sun to wake,
For it hid like my tongue
Behind contours of morning mouth-like
Hills of green.

Released my mind into the summer air,
As fragmented reasons drowned into the lake
My feet sank into the sand,
& I felt my tendons and muscles breathed life to the water
Exhaling tranquil into my slightly slumbering body

A worn out book between my fingertips,
But my gaze held at the vertical planks of the dock where I sat,
For two blue buzzing dragonflies amorously stared,
& I, the obvious intruder, was in between

For minutes, possibly lasting eternity in the insect realm,
They stayed and stared
As I witnessed,
Intrigued by soundless yet intimate stillness

& when one flew,
Flirtatiously away, towards the end of the dock near the lake
The other followed, coyly

Leaving me alone once again
With breath-taking exhilaration and realizing

Of how nature reveals affection, so beautifully
As if to guide and remind,
To love and chase freely

-Written at 8am, Gracefield, QC

The ballet of leaves

Every leaf on its branch glittered, reflected the sunlight
And swayed
Arching themselves
Tilting their necks, ever so vainly
Waving back and forth
Against and away from the sun
In a ballet performance so subtle to the eyes.


-written June 29th, en route to Kingston

Tear and Patches like Clouds

We're all on the way to becoming who we're supposed to be
Like the cloud that tears into pieces then finds itself patched into different forms.
Clouds are like us. Or we are like clouds, rather.

-written June 29th

Expressway

Miles after miles
Wheels smoothing burnt black tar
Where the trees part, creating a window for my gaze
I peaked at the mountains  in the distance
And at the curvaceous silhouettes
While the luscious green swayed to the tune of the breeze
Left my window an inch ajar
Freeing the wind, permitting them to kiss my cheek
Only to find the searing heat, slapping.

-written en route to Woodsbury, NY
July 10th, at 10:55am

The world may not revolve around me, but you're not alone in this world either.

In summer darkness

Pillow underneath my head, as I stared at the shadows. I watched the warm mid-summer breeze silently sing, causing my curtains to swirl in a slow dance. I counted 32 seconds, and hear a car pass by busy Bronson Avenue. But my mind croons away, come away with me.

Then calmness sweeps.

Pendulum

Life's pendulum keeps swinging and swirling.
Even when hearts stop beating, it continues to swing
& I am not writing of time.

Life

As I write this letter, seconds will pass.
Then minutes will fly...
Someone is born, and someone dies

A heart is broken, a tear is shed
Someone is sitting in a subway tunnel prophesying his fate
Someone just worked the courage to have three words said
Someone is laughing,
Another is singing
Somewhere else, someone is silenced
Someone else is seeking for a voice, stolen

As I write this, someone is awake
While somewhere else, someone falls to bed
Someone has found something he's been searching for a while,
Someone else just gave up his search to life

As I write this letter, a memory is being made
Someone is trying her hardest to forget,
Another will cease to have memories remain.

Our lives are built on seconds...
Someone, somewhere, somebody-
Anybody.
Us.

City that never sleeps

Roaming the busy Times Square, in a sea of bodies shielded in anonymity. I realized how intricately chaotic we all are.

To be surrounded by a mass, yet to be alone.

I think I would prefer to be surrounded by a vast of nothingness, yet feel loved.