....why....

Why do you ave to hurt me again and again with your cutting words? Words when strung together yield no meaning. And that's coz you dont even mean what you say. Or is it that you say what you dont mean?

...w..i..n..d...

Capturing fleeting spurts of inspirations, like the wind sweeping amber leaves into its embrace and dropping them into concrete pavement; like the wind, sometimes warm and refreshing, yet sometimes cold and citing. Such are the winds of life, sweeping you off your feete and bringing you on unknown voyages beyond your wildest imagination. And you know you cannot resist it no matter how hard you try. It's wuthering exceedingly overwhelming

I feel like giving up.. ...

.u.n.k.n.o.w.n.

I fresh new page,
I lead untouched.
So much to say,
Where do I start?

The sky lights up,
the birds awake.
The world moves on, which path to take?

That cloud,
the sky.
I reach,
I fly.

I fall,
in vain,
retreat,
in shame.

The tree branched snaps,
the leaves pined down,
the birds fly off,
..... leaving no sound.

The sun still sets,
the moon still glows,
the wave still crash.

A bud unfurls,
the cricket laughter,
a state of art,
the morning after.

Still scars remain,
long after the pain.
Yet flowers bloom,
brightest after the rain.