No more

Dear,
I hope I could find back your joy
and hand it back to you.

I hope I could find back your heart
keep it in the safest treasure box
and hand it back to you.

I hope I could find back your smile
and put it on your face.

I hope I could grab a thousand different colours of paint
and fill your days with colours.

I hope one day,
every pain will heal,
it's ok to have a scar,
it is the evidence of survival,
the prove that you are strong,
you are indeed,
a warrior.

Stay awake

When your past shouts louder than the present,
And you are flooded by this strange feeling,
People call it nostalgia.

There I am again,
Standing right there,
Doing the things I did,
Feeling the exact same feeling I once had.

Memories,
Such a strong hold on me.

Looking back at every turn that I took and the roads that I didn't take.
It all made a huge difference,
And I can never go back.

As the quiet night prolongs,
Let me dwell in my thoughts for awhile longer,
Just awhile longer,
Till the sun rises again,
And life goes on.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both 

And be one traveler, long I stood 

And looked down one as far as I could 

- Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

As I Stare Out Afar

Chilly night,
Street lamps,
People wandering,
Searching in the dark.

Things that we hold on,
Late nights,
Laugher filled days,
Surprises.

Heartaches,
Storms and thunders,
Uncalculated sacrifices,
These made us stronger.

And I wonder where are you,
Are you bracing the cold alone?
Or are you basking in the hot sun with your favourite tunes on?

I have never like the unknown.
Dangers,
Frauds,
Traps.

But who are you?
Unknown and yet I feel safe.
Where are you?