Ahana...the morning sun

The presence of a girl from my dreams now has made flowers blossom even in the autumn that is so dry and withered to lifeless-ness. The vivid memory of a fair damsel with dark black up to her shoulder…her shy smile…and her Caucasian face dances on my eyes and thus scrutinized me on the fragrance of her beauty…

The night's stars are replaced by the dark clouds that all of a sudden reign the dark and break into joy of rain by stirring the somber tranquility that comes to welcome a new day of tomorrow… The morning sun raises with majesty from behind the mountains as I open my eyes. The radiant light and its warmth reawakens my soul like never before and takes me to majestic heights. With the heights I conquer, I spread my arms to touch the bright sun. Its heat continually tried to push me back, and yet its presence and its beauty struck me by awe…luring me to come towards it. And then I reached it…ignoring the harsh sweltering heat of the sun that had burnt so ferociously in rage of a human's majestic flight. And then when I touched it…

And when I touched it, I stayed bewildered. The heat that was so strong sometime before was tender and soft from inside, and as I embraced it, the dark clouds hovered the warm days of earth.

The time had come for us to share a private time that only the stars could see and shine bright in joy reflecting its happiness to the dark earth below. The aroma and warmth…the tenderness of the sun…I cannot explain in words except by countless emotions that I feel from the inner depth of my heart…the heart that is so joyous and its madness of love…hotter than the hottest sun anyone can know of…

Time is too quick to catch. Now it was time for us to depart. Although I never wanted to let go of her presence, I had to…we had to depart for there would always be ahana, and we would meet again at the quaint dark nights. Thus at days, I roam and wander at her memories as I recollect her presence that spellbound me in the fragrance of her charm…aura…

Rain Philosophy

Drenched in rain, I ponder its tenderness and yet stay startled at its fierce force that can overcome rocks and anything as heavy as that. Then I try to perceive life, unraveling it meticulously till it starts looking hard and strong from outside, and yet is soft and frail from within as anything could result pain, tears, joy, happiness or euphoria. Then as I continue to untie the threads of life, the softness of rain and water comes to my mind. I get bewildered seeing the two contrasting elements of nature that has nurtured each to existence. The water so tender and soft from outside can overcome rocks while the strong from outside is childishly frail from within and anything could trigger the aforesaid human emotions.

Then a sudden question involving human sentiments strikes my mind. Is it why we are humans and therefore mortals while the soft water to eternity? As I try answering the question, I start being shaky and nervous for to reach any conclusion, I lack knowledge. Likewise, my curious words of innocence fail to fathom and understand nature. However, despite my search for the answer sought, I now understand it. Nature! I say is the strong and the weak…soft and smooth like water and again harsh and rough as wind…cold as the winter, sweltering heat as the summer, bare as the autumn, green as spring…innocent as the lamb and fierce as the tiger. It is life in all forms.

With it, the rain fades and makes way to the fair clouds and the warm Sun that now shines bright upon my face. Although my question remains unanswered, I smile as I conclude: The nature is life in all forms.

Unreal Existence ...Master of the Pen

An elusive existence of a lady from my dream dances on my eyes as I now reluctantly wake up in the bright morning sun. With the melancholy of her disappearance, I recollect her memories…her sounds…her movements…her embrace and her kiss. The recollected memories are thus cherished as it calms me with sedative tranquility. Then her distant voice from the somber sleep of the night resonates deep within me. Her lingering memory continually lures me to fall asleep and reach to the place where we had departed…right to the place where her tender lips of love had touched mine.

Oh! And when thou wonders't how it hath felt…I tremble as I feare words would betray…I feare for words hath lost its essence. Nothing doth seemth right vpon the damsel's tender soft words of loue. Thence as I walk on the paths, I scorne and chide to selfe and yet pretend I heare not a word. Haue I lost my wits…my senses? I fail to confesse for thou art a proffe of my disillusionment…imagination. And with that thought, breeze so soft…beloved it blew! And it blew thy dark hair onto which the sun would hide and the moon reign. And thus thy voice ecchoes on my eares and I heare sweet joyous sound, I drowne vpon it to a farre land.

And as the smoke disappears in the wind, I drift back to the place where we had departed. This time I felt silence crawl between us, which was immediately broken by her tears so precious that I caught them…never letting it slip from my palms. The tears asked me to answer why I had left her when I had promised that I'd wait…Should I embrace and touch her lips like before? I stayed confused. And when I tried to reach to her, I felt being drawn by a strong magnet and see her slip. Not willing to let the either go, we both spread our hands, and hold the other…but couldn't. Her short presence had left me restless while her existence and her kiss had spellbound me in the aroma of her scrutiny.

I cannot live in dream and yet I do not want to accept the reality for I cannot let go of her thought. I search for her in the days and wander at nights wondering about her…shocked to see how an unreal existence could make me restless. I continue to stay perplexed and over gaze at her presence.

The stars of the nights try to convey something that I cannot get right…that I haven't quite understood. Although I do not know her name, the silent nights that are filled with shining stars would tell me about her while it throws down its spears of lights in the darkest of times. Thus I keep waiting for any signs…not just waiting, looking and searching.

I thus drive my energy to know why an unreal existence left me restless. Why although my mind accepts her as an illusion, I'm not convinced and my heart doesn’t accept? Is she real? If so, where is she…is she looking for the signs as well?

Only Chance

The sound of tranquility overwhelms the grief that had cast its aroma has now gone with deemed voice of joy. The sounds of the prophets and those of the saints rhymes spreading ephemeral notes of seductive words. Should I stay perplexed in awe or look for a solution? I stay disillusioned because I still fail to know what to do next for I fear the only chance that might change the course of the sea; leaving me stranded amidst the vast water body. Should I profess my illusionary existence or search my own identity?

The air of disillusionment fills my surrounding. I stay startled nights and days looking for a solution, yet fearing the only chance that could stir the sea direction and make me wander at an aimless direction. Would the existence come as an illusion? Would it end like the subtle wind that goes unnoticed apart from the wind itself?

The answer finally comes to me as one early morning sun rose behind the mountains and shone upon my face. The early radiant light communicates to me…what’s gone is gone, and what awaits in the future…let it wait…let it come. Important is the present. So I strive to be who I am and live the present. And if my present existence bids farewell to my illusionary existence, so be it. After all, no man can be contemptible and live forever.