Why, oh why ?
Should I wait so long.
Through dull and dreary,
Long winter nights.
Wrapped in layers
Of loneliness and despair.

A solitary light outside,
To hold all the hope.
Uncertainty creeping,
Along the cold walls
Gnawing away slowly
At little solace left,
Like rats on tidbits.

I cry out loudly,
But no soul to hear.
No consolations,
No shoulders to weep on.

No words can express,
The joy I feel
At the distant sight
Of a military man.

A great healer

No reason to smile,
Sorrow, pain and grief.
A solitary moment
In the span of time;
The great healer.
Transforming the known,
Dreams become reality,
Joy, happiness and bliss
Every reason to smile.

Time

She was waiting, her mind calm, just like the ocean by which she was standing. The cold water from the sea was touching her feet, sending a slight shiver through her body. She had no more expectations, she knew what was coming. It was the grand finale of her life, the king of all those small defeats. She had lost all hope, prepared herself for the end. Little did she know that life could turn around, so fast and so sharp. Clouded by the sadness of the past, her mind failed to notice the ship sailing in from afar, the ship that was going to rescue her from that stranded island, and carry her to greener pastures. Maybe it was karma or fate, that saved her soul from leaving this world forever and gave her the strength to live on.
When she woke up, she was no longer on that island, but surrounded by cheerful faces, scented candles, bright flowers and warm blankets. The world on the other side was nothing like her past life. It was the opposite of everything that she detested and feared. A perfect world, created just for her.
The ship was the turning point of her life. Had the ship been a few minutes late, or had she been a few minutes early, all her endurance and patience would have been for nothing. Time, every second and every minute counts dearly when the stakes are high. Life is a widely branched tree, with time deciding the branch taken. Every path has a different ending, only one can be ours, and we never know all the different endings. Time is the essence of life.

Dreams

Dreams and nightmares
Mysteries of the dark,
Unraveled at dawn
Some hazy, some vivid
Escaping my mind,
As fading memories.
Unconscious thoughts,
That I value precious
And wish to preserve
In a time capsule.

Manhattan

Wining and dining
On a night so fine,
Strolling a street
Lit up so bright
Talking merrily
With people so crazy
Thrills and frills,
Of living in Manhattan!

Childish innocence,
Splayed across your words,
A tinge of naughtiness,
Glistening in your eyes,
That sly seduction,
On your curved lips,
Oh, The Goddess of emotions,
To whom I fall prey, everyday.

Maze

Absolute crap. Not worth reading.

A cryptic maze,
With sharp angles
And blind turns.
The treasures to reap
Buried through the path
Hidden in plain sight
To the daring explorer.
In the "real" maze
A step taken forward
No way to turn back
Until the journey ends.