And There It All Starts

Just like a light in the dark, you seem to be the answer to my heart. The key to my future. But some things remain a shadow in you. Joyful, friendly, pretty, heartfelt, fervent and devout might have been the perfect words to describe you. To me you are all but a perfection. But things ...

Things could have gone differently if I hadn't chosen to be here, right now. In every moment that I take, you are always there before me. Your ubiquitous virtual image always appears. Slowly and step by step, reaching towards you is not an easy thing to do. My heart is craving for a big leap but yet, it has always failed me. I fear ...

Fear of losing you has always consumed me. But heck, I move on. All those situations that revolve around me don't deserve my priority. Prior to nine-three of last year I had been lost but you gave me a brand new hope just like an oasis for those lost in the desert. Really and really ...

Really thank God for your presence.Though you don't and won't notice, at the end of my day the truth will prevail. For you.

You are such a blessing. :)

(You are) Without a Guarantee

The storm in my life is never-ending. The seas roar and the earth shakes as if I were not wanted; the end of time for me is near. Could this life have been better? Perhaps not. Such a forgotten child that has been wandering in search for the truth. The truth was you ... Yea, it was you until this day came across the time barrier to prove that, once again, God has another plan for me.

Our Love is Without a Guarantee. Whose isn't?

Every time they say: "The more NO you'll encounter, the more nearer you are to YES". But the nearer I am to the edge of the most edge, the harder I find it this world to live by. God surely has another plan for me which I know He will give the best for me. But, it is really painful to receive the fact that all of them are gone ... just like that. So unloved and uncared-for might be the best words to describe what I am feeling right now. This very moment freezes the seconds when I met you and depicts your beautiful, ice-melting smile. Could life be better without you? Of course as long as I will it!

Maybe I am unworthy of your smile. So yes, someone deserves you better than I do. One way or another, I will need to be able to let go of you, of your presence and of your  dashing smile. You are so perfect to me! But ... when love wants to fly you can't keep it down. You are FREE now. Fly wherever you want to be.

And ... See you! Till destiny meets us.

Steven

Decrypt or be Decrypted!

Hello there! Curiosity is slowly consuming your nerve cells! Your brain suddenly starts becoming itchy. Yeah, I know .. Technically, I know how it feels to be a part of investigating your friend's sweetheart. Ain't it fun if you're able to tell who your  friend's secret love is, right?

So here I am giving you a couple of clues (and for each clue I provide you what you would find in it):

1 (Don't you hate it when someone calls you by your nickname???)

Out of 26 alleys that were leaving their gates opened, I found one was very interesting. So then I rolled. I noticed one thing: the street this alley lay on was solely dwelled by boomerang crafters. From the shape of it, out of nowhere, I recalled a notable thing which made my day complete. This so-called boomerang community was unexpectedly still active although it had been 10 o'clock in the night! You made my day invertedly whole by 60 degrees.

2 (I am hungry without it!! And still I am. I have never had enough!)

As if my heart were astonished by this earthquake! Even the hydrogen covalent bonds would break apart when you do it too harsh. But heck, it is one of your unforgettable delicacies.

3 (Sometimes, home is NOT where the heart is!)

As I rolled down the street, I found her. But darn it, I don't understand her and she doesn't understand me. Complete madness.

Well, as for now, I've got only 3 clues for you. But I think that should be enough. :)

Happy decoding!

Oh and leave some comments so I can track your progress - if that's how you want it to be. :)

Unexpected

I can't help myself but thinking of you! And the thing is: I discovered you inside the realm of unknown. Seems like there is a psychiatrists-can't-even-describe loophole unconsciously tunneling the image of this serene being in my head! You are a piercing through the crack in the chest. It is YOU that made me write this chunk of words that are eventually forming into perpetual online akwardness.

Let this realm introduce itself to you, face-to-face.

Although tomorrow is the first day of my final examinations, can't you see that I am putting efforts into this thing? You've gotta be asking why. So, why? Because I was so enthralled by your unexpected, shocking presence! Seriously.

April 1, 2011 is somewhat but a dream that literally stung and electrified me to the extent in which I could not distinguish the reality and the neverland. The effect is durable and long-lasting. I still remember that in the midst of carnage, I was there with you. We were holding hands together as though we had been seperated for infinity.

I didn't think of the fact that you had been there all the time but yet, my eyes were full of dirt. :)

Though I Haven't Met You

You were carried away by the way air flows from the higher ground to the sea. You didn't push yourself to go against the current or ... you didn't notice that you had been carried away so far that you couldn't even remember who you had been before that single clip grounded you and made you its base for such critical nonsense(s). And the time I dip the tip of my toe in you, you don't taste the same anymore. You ... have lost your flavour. You are amazingly, constantly freezing and chilling me to the bone.

People say that humanmade loves will never satisfy you. At first I was skeptical. But hereafter I believe that you will never find yourself at home except you learn the truth that God, your creator, loves you even more. His unconditional love is like an unending stream that falls off the cliff of clouds to fill us with His splendor, might, majesty and to be exact, His Everlasting Love for the wretched and lonely souls.

I'm gonna wait for you even though I haven't met you.

I found it quite an uneasy way to forget you, though. Although this thing could I have achieved but I am still a being. Even animals need mates. I believe it is our unethical way of seeking for you residing somewhere in the diaspora.

I never remember the way you dismember me. But I have always been able to recall how I was so close to you. But heck, the band is dismissed. Soaring and wandering across the plains of emptiness is where the dot will appear. The heat brings me even farther away.

Being dragged away from where I used to be. And as I am going to and fro, as surely as the acid rain is yet to pour down, I am to be exposed to the radiation you've emitted ever since. And I know that I need something.

That something I have yet to meet.

Some Things just End that Way

Arrived at home. The first thing I saw through the window was a teenage couple making out under the gazebo reminding me of the good old days. From my youngest year, I haven't felt this much of sadness around me. Well, I'm all alone stranded here and something is just missing. Perhaps all I need is just your attention and ... your affection. Perhaps all I need to do is reaching out to you. But I don't want to knock your door, break in and hold you for a ransom. Then what? You can't be shared. You can never get out of that trap. You haven't even tried tossing it away. You don't even try. You don't.

I wish I wish I wish!! But fate speaks against me. Well, there are some things that I can't handle. They are just out of control. But this! This happens, and I am, again, too late. Can't fix it. Let the time tell you the truth. Yes, the time that will never render, the time that will always be at my back, the time that always supports and sustains me through the dark morrows, the time that polishes the rusty stainless heart, the time that never looks back, the time that always runs with me, the time that keeps you dreaming, the time that whispers goodwill and promises all will be just fine, the time that never betrays me, that time that dies for me and you. Yes, that time.

Then now I make up my mind. That I admit that this crusade shall end, that you deserve a meal that's been keeping you full. You might be a fool, but this doesn't seem right. Though the Righteousness that you adore might have bought you a rollerskate, you can't just let the days speeding by and allow it to feel the false sense of security that you give as a sign of hunger that brings about my wrath and condemnation that you will never forget and even that, you are never satisfied. So, what's the point of thinking of you?? Yes, you had better keep on walking the same track whose end comes to an unquestioning, lasting pleasure. Keep on moving, it's not a dead end.

So, bye-bye! I shall never look up to you again, anymore, anyhow."

"Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again." - William Shakespeare

Slipping Away

Me amazed or you transmitting intoxicating, heady fragrance? Believe me not but, there is something unique ... shining in you. Attached to me is a misplaced soul-craving hunger and thirst for it. Yet it is nothing but a brainwashed superstition lurking inside every corner of my brain. Covered are the eyes of mine and they are deceiving me with a picturesque figure standing tall in front of me. Blurred am I ... Is that even me on the mirror?

Drunk by the blood of the saints, carried away by a long-haul speed-of-light journey to the farthest supercluster it could never reach, gripped inside the palm of God I can't control subversive little things which have been happening to me, and day by day the walls are crumbling down ... kneeling down in awe of your mightiness.

But ... you've changed. The vivid being inside the frame is being secretive. Yes, I know it. That nobleman from the east has stolen it from you, hasn't he? Yes, I can tell: How the dark, circular couple at the centre of your iris responds to the contact on your twelve? How the hearing organ welcomes his gentle voices? How you ever wave to him, but not to me? And how your primal instinct tells you through the speech of your living tissue? ... They are clear. As clear as a cloudless sky, as sizzling as newly-spewed lava scorches everything on its path, as blinding as Little Boy landed on Hiroshima and Fat Man corroded Nagasaki, as raging as a Chechen rebel trying to overthrow the Federation, as deteriorating as fire burning California and as sorrowful as the mourning demise of Pope John Paul II. Your Skepticism.