Lonely in a crowd

Solo in Manhattan.
Faces.Lights.Sounds.
Around is a crowd
But lonely as an island
Memories to be forgotten
The winds blow them away
To distant lands
Far away from reach
By my fragile form.
Solo in Manhattan.
Sadness. Pain. Love.

Precious

Another useless one.

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Forever it seems,
That I know you.
But just a few months.
Your thoughts are mine,
My words are yours.
Completing you,
Not changing you
Is my wish.
Feels dreamlike, unreal,
A day passes by,
The bond grows stronger.
To be your precious,
Is my longing.

Life lessons after alcohol : The only precious gem mined from inside of me using 3 vodka martinis and a tequila :D

To the optimist, the moon is a bride, awaiting a bright life ahead.
To the pessimist, the moon is a widow, mourning the sorrow of her past.

Dear quarter

Quarter, quarter please end
Energy nor time
I have no left
To fight through
Day after day
Of grueling work
Quarter, quarter please end.

Mirror, Mirror

I stare long
At the magical oracle
Which answers to none.
Why do you exist?
I ask of it.
Am I wise enough to know?
I hear my echoes.

Unseen by naked eye
The reflections of mind and mirror.
Crisscrossing the medium
Like bullets; swift and powerful.

A psychological battle
With victory so close, yet so far.
Friend and foe, embodied together
Their deaths intertwined
I cannot live, while she dies.

A Sweet Pain

A silent uttering,
A fleeting glimpse,
A voiceless word.
A key to open
The Pandora's box
Thought to be buried
In seemingly elusive
Crevices of the heart.
Unleashes a pain, so sweet
Needs not remedy
But a change of heart.  

Looking into the eyes
Of a newborn baby.
Oh what innocence?
'Tis sad that we lose it all
As we gain so-called wisdom.

This is what I feel when I see the kids of today. They lose their innocence at a very early age. I somehow miss the inquisitiveness and eagerness of an innocent child wanting to know more. The average 6-year old of today knows everything, thanks to technology. Maybe I m being very pessimistic, but I feel technology has ruined our lives in a way. The rat race starts from a very early age, life moving at a faster pace each day. I wish there was to go back, I would happily re-live my life in the 80s.