Winged Dreams.

The river of winged dreams,
It teaches one to die with dignity.
One may come forth anew in splendor,
Born once of flesh then again in fire.

Should one live in the moment like Eckhart Tolle?
Or should one build ones life of tomorrow?
For who we are today,
Comes from our thoughts of yesterday.

What is renew, reborn and rebirth?
To desire is to become,
To become is to live.
Life is the essence of becoming,
Letting go is to be set free.

The philosophical thoughts of Plato,
Taught in the hearts by Aristotle.
Destiny is not in our stars to hold.
The depths of life why wouldn’t I know.


10th Dec.

10th of Dec is the beginning and the end. Sometimes we grow attached and letting go is a process. Should we be living in the moment and savouring it or should we be planning ahead. Is the pursuit of happiness dependent or independent? Metaphorically, life is a journey. But without understanding the purpose of existence, isn’t life meaningless.

We are from 2 different worlds with contrasting (not conflicting) differences. Interestingly, we have similarities as individuals. We do share a mental connection but without a willingness to work on differences and to align perspectives, it is just a parallel connection. Perhaps, the pursuit of happiness and discovering ones destiny in life is a journey itself. Love was a fairytale to me with a dose of childlike innocence. I have since come to understand and admit that love is more than an emotion. Have I changed?

Relatively yes.


Within & Beyond.

1806 is a classic cocktail bar in Melbourne CBD, should be one of the best I’ve been to. It has over a hundred varieties of whisky from around the world. It is an exhilarating experience.

Another great place is Naked for Satan. A trendy and swanky bar at Fitzroy which serves delicious infused vodkas and tapas. Been awhile since I had appetite.

Seeing R again brings comfort, something which is greatly missing at home. Could be the familiar grin, her tardiness or perhaps her straightforwardness when putting things into perspectives. Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eyes. The eyes see physical and logic but the heart brings to light the emotions and the subconscious. R doesn’t judge me, she sees me from within and beyond. I have almost taken her convenience for granted.

This short trip is educational.

With the turn of events, Fugue in G Minor by J.S Bach reminds me of someone I have a crush on. I interpret the melody as a continuous interweaving of sadness. Listening to it makes me cry.

The Seas.

How brightly gleams the trackless seas,
How lightly dance the waves that play.
The restless waters seemed to say,
How many thousands miles away.

The sky still wears a crimson streak,
Some briny drops are on my cheeks.
I heaved a sign of cherished grief,
Listless apathy takes relief.


Other than work, errands and superficial brief interactions, I’ve been spending time alone. After all it’s not a bad thing to be lost in a familiar territory; my world. Few can tell if I’m socially and/or emotionally isolating myself, it’s voluntarily. Time, waiting or forgetting, I think I’m quite done with that. Perhaps I just need more solitude than others. Perhaps I’m already tired.

Am I functioning? Yes, I conceal that very well.

Stoned walls enclosed spaces,
Crossing boundaries blurring edges.
Barbed wires dirty mire,
Come what may set it on fire.

Make a wish they said,
I did, I’d hoped you’d stayed.

Pink Dot.

Hold on to your heart,
If only there is light.
Everything that seems lovely,
Is but a dreamy kind delight.

If I could keep your heart for a day,
A fire on the hearth I would lay.
If I could walk miles with you,
Across the glorious blue on a rainbow hue.

Grasping cold your beauty unfolds,
On a winter’s night your whispers ride.
Vivaldi’s four seasons softly plays,
Into melancholia you carry my soul.
Are you a reason or are you here to stay.