Truth is.

Swimming through a circus,
chaos all around;
clashing with each other along the path,
generates waves of yells and cheers.

Excitement slowly begins its intoxication,
shotting people with wild joy,
they, as if being conditioned;
share the same, uniformed move.

Plain, dull jokes fly over the tent,
followed by senseless laughs;
emotions flamed up to the peak,
roaring like an angry lion.


Chaos further grows with yells and cheers,
spreading roots to all remaining corners,
and sprawl into others minds,
in the hope of unity.

Hollow whoops comes back and forth,
spins one's head fast,
into a swirl of confusion, starts
a battle of old and new.

Surrounding noise performs lies,
attempting to sway the truth away;
yet, incites the end of long anticipation
into the brightest light.

Undefined lies are defined again,
signifying this craze is nothing,
more than a spark,
that fades as soon as it rises.


P.S I am back everyone! I have been very busy with all the university orientation stuff.(going to be a year 1 student this september!) hope everyone is doing great! and i promise that i will post as often as before,i have never forgotten this blog. :)

agnes xx

Chances

Always running, in almost everywhere;
sometimes noticeable, sometimes hiding,
nobody knows,
where will chances appear, next.


The visit comes,
during the yawn, during the mourn;
never when it's expected for,
too long.

Before the great manifesto,
be it a heavenly message
or dead note;
remains a myth.

Til,
one takes it.

Taking it,
requires, more than a nod;
asks, for more than a promise;
it, looks for courage.

Courage, that shields one
from the disappointing future.

Ends the long anticipation, in boldness;
run after it,
chase it,
stop it,
taste it,
champion it;
before it vanishes.

For,
this is the moment.

Breathe

In.
Out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.

Every waking moment,
breathe,
breathe.

Every resting moment,
breathe,
breathe.


Kiss goodbye to
endless searchings and wonderings;
let breathing and feeling in
once more.

Take a moment,
inhale and exhale;
breathe in life,
and feel alive.

As long as you are living,
keep breathing.
In.
Out.

Breathe.

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.

Where I from

The chaotic beauty
quiets down,
for once.

Silence,Still,
Peace.

Dusts,
dirts,
molds;
are marking
the history;
in mute.

An unsung
mechanoly tune
is swirling
in the air.

Street is empty,
Soul is lonely,
City is dreary,
too?

Energy
is losing out
slowly;
in the sports ground.

No ambition,
No passion,
No gratification.

Traffic
comes and goes;
moves and travels;
passes and crosses;
everyday.

Never stops
once,
Once for the city.

Even air,
smells old,
and dated.

Time moves,
city grows
and ages.

But she smiles.

Seasons change,
Roads change,
Faces change;
feelings remain
unchanged.

Because,
this is my city,
this is my world,
this is my,
Love.

The broken doll

Life,
a roller coaster ride.

It goes up and down,
till the end.

It travels her
between heaven
and
hell.

This is a love
and
hate relationship.

Where ,
does she belong to?

How ,
will everything change?

Who,
are you?

All out of her control.

If only,
she can foresee
the future.

Avoiding the
heart-breaking moment.

Nothing follows
her will,
as always.

She is falling.

Mind is losing;
dream is fading;
light is dimming;
faith, is diminishing.

Even hope,
is gone.

Misery floods
over her
vulnerable soul.

Tears running,
till dry.

She can't see;
She can't speak;
She can't sleep;
she can't stand
the pain.

Release her.