These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Lighthouse.



I'm as restless as the foams in the ocean
As confused as the ever-changing tide
The crashing waves have left me disheartened
Like in a storm and with no where to hide

Towards the shore I am looking out
Yearning for the feel of even the shifting sand.
I'm in search of a beacon, of even the tiniest flame
Which could lead me towards the solid land.

I am counting on the faith that is in you
On something that is constant; something that's true
In my search of a lifeline amid this engulfing waters
Let your faith shine and draw me closer towards you.


- 08 August 2003

Purple Sky.

Of what color is the color of hope?
Is it like that of the purple sky?
Does it come tinge with the stillness of a wintry morning?
Could it ever be seen by the naked eye?

Is it also made up of varying hues?
Of what difference is that to the heart that feels it?
Is it like music, like light?
To what could it compare?
To the breeze? To angels and baby’s breath?

Is it bright enough to bring in the dawn
To a heart mired in the gloom of despondency?
Is it strong enough to move the spirit,
Compel it to overcome it’s melancholy?

Of what color is the color of hope?
How could anyone ever see it?
And how could anyone believe in it so strongly?
Enough to see it’s light and reflect it?


08.06.03
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