how do we really define success?
is it the winning over something big?
is it all in the appreciations we get?
is it all about the life we lead?
or just be glad in our own skin?
has been no time bygone... that i haven''t suffered with this
question alone?
something tells me... i know the way to an answer...
but that way to run on... also needs patience to be
mastered...
is it all a solitary... screech?
is it just how boredom speaks?
coz... i know of no other reason...
why my heart could agree to such insane treasons...
kisses my breath moments crossing by...
my lips... this agony.... can't kiss him back..
this solitary... poetry...
oh ! how i wish i would have control...
but then again...
at times.. my heart knows... this melancholy is a part of
this living...
that part that needs least believing..
coz this is all that has felt real lately..
here.. standing with all the answers.. yet... unclear!
i know not... when and how... god... has planned....
that hearty bow... with wings spread.. and eyes sparking...
one day...
someday... this mystery... would need no solving!
coz that day.. somehow... somewhat... i would have known...
what exactly.. is this syndrome... and a way to live around
it with some peace...
oh my! oh my! this gorgeous so gorgeous heart's disease...
