Serendipity

The worst is over and I am glad.
 
What is bad anyway
but a state of mind
just as happiness is.
 
Here's to looking ahead,
to sunrises and sunsets,
for learning from the past,
and having no regrets.
 
Heaven isn't a reward,
it can't be found in inaction,
but in a conscious, unceasing effort
to have peace in everyone's hearts.
 
The best things in life aren't free.
But the best things
aren't what's waiting for us in the end
but what happens to us while we're trying to get there.

I am overwhelmed
I am really grateful
I am so indebted.

Damn it! Things just work out in the end.
I will make you proud.

Square One

It doesn't matter how things have developed—or not developed, how distant our worlds are now, or how disillusioned we may have seemed. What matters is the music and the magic that ruled our worlds. I don't regret hoping or loving even if it may have been foolish sometimes—or most of the time. The highs will always outweigh the lows, the smiles always outshine the tears. After everything is said and done, I can say that it was all worthwhile and everything has helped me become a better person.

Still Life

A warm cup of tea sits
Waiting with moist lips
Passion filled from within
As spirals rise from the brim
Spinning, turning, moving 'round
A thousand stories without sound
A cup of tea sits in a frozen frame
A frozen moment, passion tamed

Weather Report

Overcast skies aren't so bad
There's bound to be a little rain every now and then
And a little drama makes life more interesting

It's okay not to have too much sun
Everybody needs a sun break
And so what if it rains?

I like rain.
Rain is good.
Bittersweet, but sweet.

At the break of dawn

Today I woke up with a smile on my face and peace in my heart
Without fear
Without tremors
With a yearning for the day

It seems as if a prayer has been answered
It feels like I've woken up from a long restless dream

There is hope for tomorrow

It's a bright beautiful new day

Overcast Skies

I saw her today
and a thousand what-ifs poured in like the rain
heavy clouds of things unrequited covered the skies
I was helpless, unable to defy what the heavens will

Back Home

As the night grows deep,
the day grows tired,
the hours get colder,
and though the lights of the city seem to glow brighter
they don't seem to be getting closer to me
nor I to them.