All I wanted was some unaccounted time

8^th March 2015

All I wanted was some unaccounted time…

Some air to play with my curls

Some conversation to rekindle my heart

Something timeless

Something not mundane

All I wanted was some unaccounted time…

To look beyond the obvious

To shake away the doubts

To feel it in my bones again

To reconnect like that once again

All I wanted was some unaccounted time…

But it was not to be

But it was too impractical

But the but of all buts…

But the elements did not conspire

All I wanted was some unaccounted time…

It was not only for me

It was for us

It was… It was… It was…

It was for us to be

All I wanted was some unaccounted time…

Was it too much?

Was it difficult?

Was it missed?

Was it wanted, at all?

All I wanted was some unaccounted time…

Sands of time

15th April '2014

Wanna wake up when I want to
Kiss the Sun 'good morning' in its prime
Say 'goodbye' right away and put on the ac
Draw the blinds
Have a hearty breakfast and sleep again.

Wanna watch the stars tonight

Until they disappear into the morning light
Sit by the window
Stare into space
Listen to music
Read a book
Maybe poetry
Sip on a drink
Not worry the hour
For once
Just once
Own the sands of time.

What’s life without poetry?

12th April '10

The mundane you do through life, you love, you laugh, you cry, you worry and you think yeah you are living. And you’re probably right!

The truth is this writing has no purpose. 

Maybe it’ll gain perspective as it evolves, but I wouldn’t pin up the hopes too high.

Some hours are empty, but so full of thought

Some days are busy, but so void of thought

It’s thought that you can maybe grasp

It’s the day which you can almost not catch

It’s the hours which rain

All the way down to the base of a stationary Sand Clock

Threshold

23rd July '09

Stretched out my hand
  out of the window
    to grasp a handful of sky.
And it poured.
Right then
  onto my palm.

Something's missing
Can't find it..

Have been looking awhile now..
Looked into the past,
Peered through the present,
And stared right past the deep oblivion.

Something's missing
Can't find it..

To disturb a deep slumber.
To expect liveliness.
To show you're alive
To look for passion.
To shake.
To inflame.
     To disturb a deep slumber.
          How?
When one sleeps while you write.

I'm on a journey to sanity.
Please call me back.
Cause you know..
    I know..
        We all know..
Once I reach
I'm never coming back.