Heartland

The land was beautiful
once.

Paved with lively greens,
it was a playground for wilds.
Life blossomed
once.

And there came
a troop of people,
invaders.

Arrived with
tractors and bulldozers,
land cleared.

Green floor disappeared,
wilds gone,
life perished.

One vehicle,
two vehicles,
three vehicles,
endless of vehicles landed.

Landed nothing but,
a truck of waste;
a truck of trash;
a truck of sins;
and a truck of hatreds.

The land was a pain.

Paved with deadly soil,
it was a grave for wilds.
Life ached.

And there came
a troop of people,
saviours.

Arrived with
compassion and affection,
land revived.

Spirited ground,
smiley wilds,
life grinned.

One lawn,
two shrubs,
three bushes,
the land is back.

Back with,
a family of ant,
a family of butterflie,
a family of bird,
and a family of entity.

The land is beautiful
now.

photo credit:flickr,TFS, Chadwick Tyler

P.S This piece is inspired by a park that i usually go for a walk. It was a landfill site before, which now turned into a beautiful park, perfect for a walk and a peace of mind.

Always the same

A paper,
white,clean,pure.
Perfection.

Comes,
without a flaw,
without a sin.

Purity.

Time walks,
invaded.

The paper,
starts to change.

Dusted,
its skin turns grey.

Uncoloured skin
lies within,
being disguised.

It was torn
into pieces.

Once,
Twice,
a few times.

Numerous journey travelled,
its adventure
written all over.

There are marks,
lines and scratches;
black,red,silver,yellow,green,
in every colour.

So unfamiliar,
with its new twisted,
transfigured face.

It looks,
so different.

Yet,
it's still
the same paper
lies underneath;
white,clean,pure.
Perfection.

Nothing ever changed.

Winner

Darling,
I have something
to tell.

You are
a toxicant,
with saccharine coating.

Sweet,
as hell.

You have me wondering,
dreaming,
haunting,
and wanting.

You are everything
bewitching.

You made me addicted,
attached,
blinded,
and
needed.

You are wicked.

Don't,
shoot me that smile
yet,
that's something i
don't
get.

It feels good,
when you joke;
it feels better,
when you console;
it feels the best,
when you
lied?

What,
a smile.

Don't,
don't speak.

You mix
thoughts
and lies.

Things,
I only say
yes.

Take,
the forbidden hand
away.

They are
hers.

Look at me.

I have been
to hell,
and broke
the spell.

I won.

It's time,
time to go;
and I can
finally go.

P.S i am sorry for my lack of posting. cause i am now having my A-Level mock exam, so things are a bit crazy here. I will reply all your comments soon. I promise! :)

Weeping dance

A cigarette lits,
falls,
hits
the innocent weeds.

Heat,
rests on the dry dirt.

A spark starts,
one awakes,
a second awakes,
a third awakes,
everyone awakes.

One join,
another join,
more join,
unity.

A fire bursts.

Wind passes,
blows;
fire grows,
moves.

A tree catches,
dances
in the flaming red blaze.

Sparkles jump,
bounce,
hop
everywhere.

A dancing group
in burning fire.

They dance,
and dance,
and dance.

For a minute.
For an hour.
For a day.
For a week.
For,
ever?

Wind passes,
blows;
fire growls,
flutters.

A tree catches,
cries,
in the flaming red blaze.

Weeds cry,
shrubs cry,
trees cry,
the once blessed land,
cry.

Echidnas cry,
lyre birds cry,
wombats cry,
the merry kangeroos
cry.

People cry.

Only,
the sky doesn't cry.

Little recipe for a smile

Plastering a smile
on my face,
never takes much.

Never.

Perhaps,
some bits
and
pieces?

Item number one:

Feeling the first,
first sun ray
in the morning.

Knowing,
I am alive.

Item number two:

Landing on
an abandoned field
in the rural.

Examine
how life
starts,
once again.

Item number three:

A few
drawing papers,
pencils,
brushes
to draw.

Colourizing
my little world.


Item number four:

Staying crazy,
wild,
and outrageous
with friends.

Taste
the sweetness
of
youth.

Item number five:

He,
walking side by side;
and holds my hand
tightly.

I hear,
the loving song
everywhere.

Item number n:

Listen to
the heart;
following its
beats.

Search,
for the spirit
living within.

It's done, it's over.

A smile
is here,
blossoming.

P.S Care to share your recipe for a smile too?

An award from Joliiie

The lovely Joliiie gave me this award,
thanks honey :)

Everytime I received an award,
my heart bumps.

Simply because,
I feel being loved by you all.

Here are the rules:
1. Put the logo on your blog or post.
2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which you think are fabulous.
3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.
4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.
5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.

My nominees are:
1. Girls_Meets_NYC
Never fails to inspire, she writes the most magical words.
2. Tigermilk
One old quote to sum up: "A Picture worths a thousand words".
3. Here_Comes_the_sun
reading her blog is like, breathing in the fresh air in spring?
4. A-W-O-W
perfect pictures matched with the perfect line.
5. daydream_lily
Reading her blog makes you want to stay there, and keep dreaming forever.
6. Couture_Carrie
The runway inspirations there never comes to the end, bravo.
7. The_Valentine_Journals
A mix of unique style and writing. Beautiful.
8. Sweet_dreams_till_sunbeams_finds_me
Sweet. Sweet. Sweet.
9. Fine_Little_Love
Simply because she always got the best quotations and gorgeous pictures.
10. Pony_Ryder
Once you start reading the human side of the another worldly fashion models there, and you will be addicted to her blog for sure.

One Last Time

I cannot,
forget that day.

No,
I cannot.

You face,
is still
haunting me.

The ambulance shrieked,
my head turned,
and there you were.

Whitened cheek,
widen eyes,
opened mouth;
a face,
I could not recognize.

Was that you?
I thought not.
Was that you?
I hoped not.
Was that you?
I prayed not.

Was that really you?
I surrendered,
it was.

That,
was the one last time
I saw you,
in flesh.

Now,
you are here.

Sleeping like
a baby.

Rosy cheek,
closed eyes,
soft lips;
a face,
I once know.

Only,
missed a soul.

This is the day,
I remember.

The day,
you slipped away.