Is it Love

Mastering the cartwheel inside my head

Picture is unfolding, so long it stays

Solving the equation of landing safely on my feet

Figuring out the questions you’ll hear from me

You say I try to blend into the crowd

Forgetting my heritage as a result

You say change is good, if not you’re a fool

Now I place these questions to you

If my heart beats a zillion times, is it love

And I run to where you are from a distant call….

If I place my heart in the grasp of your palms, is it love

If I wanna see you old and grey, is it absurd

If I love the way you look at me, is it wrong

If you make me the way I am, how do i explain

Starring blanky at the walls, picturing your smile

I know you take on all these woes, give it up

Does it take this long to wonder how good it’d be

Inching closer, dreading reality

Facing the future, what’s wrong if it’s with me

Have the faith, love will get us through

Cos I know my maker made me for you…..

If my eyes can see the richness of your soul

And it wants to be a part of  all your sorrows

If I wanna hold you close, tell you no to cry, is it love

If  the world comes crashing down on us, I’d be fine

Cos I know your right beside me, holding tight

This is it, I am in love with you…

It Is….

It’s so hard not to melt by the soul in your eyes

It’s so hard not to smile to your stories all the time

It’s so hard not to lean forth whenever you seek

It’s so hard not to be smitten by the very words you speak

It’s so interesting that resist is so dreadful

It’s so calming that sensations are brewing

It reassures the faith in you, the blessing felt when with you

It’s so hard not to accept a rendezvous with you

It is so torturing to hesitate to hold you

It torments the very being facing the truth

The truth of our paths never colliding

The crossroad is a choice of our own

The future is a plan of our own

Yet the truth of the hearts contradicts

Where we will be? Only whispers echo.

It is to embrace every moment

It is to take in every breath

It is to make every second count

To live the love that is alive for now

To value the joy you bring

To value the presence you give

To make the gift worthwhile

The gift that you have touched me by

No hopes, no dreams, no visions

Just the mere illusion that you have created

That makes me believe in love again

It’s so hard not to fall in love with you

Over and over again…

Every new beginning, every new separation

Every adventure, every conversation

I know it’s you….

You are the reason for the wait

You are the gift my maker has made

You are the hidden angel I’m not suppose to take

Contented by you just being a part of me

The substance of relief that you truly exist

It’s hard not to imagine you as a figment of my imagination

For the good of my soul, for the depth of your love

You are real and it’s not hard to believe that…

C.C 09

A prisoner, I am

I feel like a prisoner
lost inside myself
time ticks as per normal
I’m still sitting by the shelf

Factors and equations about life
Twirling, spinning in my mind
World surrounding me
Tiny aspects of hope tarnished’

I feel like a prisoner
Trapped in my own thoughts
Solutions… and I am a planner
My spirit and being fights

A tug of war as I resist
Walking and taking the path that is pre paved
A leash adorn tightly around my waist
A puppet of my maker, I need to be save

Countless of voices
Numerous deadlines
Countless of expectations
The wheel keeps spinning, when will it come to a halt

A prisoner, I find myself
Balancing on a thin thread
Keeping my feet steady but for how long
Keeping my mind afloat, awaiting the storm…

C.C 09

A Nod Of a Head

A nod of a head and what was once there, is no longer

A nod of a head and what you hope for falls deep into the pits

A presence defined, with a sudden halt, it’s gone

A place of solace, alone, she sits and awaits the mist

A nod of a head, inevitable decisions are made

Options may or may not have been exhausted, she has met her fate

A single gesture, its time to change, the once ignited light….extinguishes

She has no strength, no spark left to diminish

A nod of a head and you find yourself half empty on a shelf

The repercussions of an already broken vase

The crystal dust from the shattered pieces

The remnants of its past glory as a mended adornment

A nod of a head, a wonder….. An effect it has on one

Too simple an action yet dreadful destruction it creates

The root of it all is straightforward,

Its manifestation of a trapped soul

She bows her head low…….

C.C. 09