Maids Of Gravity

She weaves silken fine dreams,
she sings heavenly songs,
she sways happiness and glee,
she dislikes gravitational frowns,

she kisses ever so softly,
she hugs with all her emotions,
she moves ever so gracefully,
she is a mystical constellation.

Unbelievable...Just so unbelievable. Never thought that I could possibly feel this way again. Not in a million years. I'm thankful to Allah S.W.T. for gracing me with his blessing. I looked to HIM for solitary guidance and I have been answered.

It was meant to happen this way. I'm relieved it happened this way and not any other that I often plays in my mind like a really bad film on rerun.

What I feel

....a bit of anger
....a bit of sadness
....rejection
....lost at times
....no where to turn to
....inner peace in an odd world

there's no reason for me to blow up in front of her...she has suffered enough as it is....but I will still talk
no doubt at that.

Have you ever noticed that your about to fade. Fade from existence of yourself and everyone around you. Everyone's talking but you're silent. Everyone's pondering but you're thinking too deep. You're whispering while others shout. Lost in all the contradictions that bind your world with the after-world. In times like these, you wish for the light at the end of the tunnel. That certain glimpse of hope.

Something seems different from the last time
I clasped your face in my hands,
the sparkle that lingers deep in your eyes
once a long time ago
wish I could read your mind
these thoughts travel thru
your cosmic swirl
bouncing echoes
back and forth
leaving a trail
a bread crumb trail...

This is actually the first I gave to Anya

Memo from the one and only, Cosmic :
I'M LEARNING TO PLAY THE GUITAR! Woo-hoo!

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A View Of You
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I'll create a view of you,
with stars dangling
and the sun about to drop,
a senseless feeling,
a little boy dreaming
of a girl womanly hot.

I'll paint a view of you
With snowflakes clinging
to avalanche-prone mountain tops
an endless fairytale
With golden-laced hail
running through my thoughts.

Another memo from Cosmic : It flattered the bejabbers out of me! :)

Looking down towards the motorway on this pale October morning, just leaning againts the wind on top of a 40 storey building. The sun about to open its eye and greet humanity from their slumber or maybe putting some to sleep. Nocturnal creatures of some sort I guess. I glance across the pavement, old lady Clara taking her routine walk around the block. Umbrella in hand, just in case, even though the weather-man said otherwise. She still thinks its witchcraft. Unstable somewhere,she is.

On the north side of the park, the sun starts to bathe the green from in between the museum and post office. Tuah's statue starts to gleam a gloomy mood for the poor statue hasn't been taken care of for the past couple of weeks. The care-taker was transferred due to some under age squalm. It was on the papers,the news, even on the toilet doors of Jimbo's Bar. In fact it was on that particular cubicle that this whole story started from. Amazing isn't it, the power of the human mouth or vocal chords.

I seem to know it all but apparently not for I am only an observer of life. It's probable true essence. I only have two eyes as humans. I bleed and own a heartbeat. But I'm only permitted to observe and record. For even in a crowd I'm oblivious and silent. I'm one with every moment in time. I'm only me...