Busy Loving

Some where through my busy day, I'm sure I couldn't make the time to say
That I love you and I really do, but I'm a busy girl, and that's not new

If I don't get to take my phone or give you a call when you're feeling alone
Forgive me for it's not my choice, I'm a busy girl who, too, wants to hear your voice.

Between the  business mails and the trains' busy rails, I think of you and smile
And wait for the moment I'll get back home, in the evening for a good whole while.

The thought of you, during my working day, could distract the day lights out of me
But a day without the thought of you could take the breathing life out of me.

In a meeting now and I'm a distracted fool! Thinking of you, I might just drool!
Dismiss this now, I need to go home, my love awaits me, I wanna go home.

So homeward bound, I sing my way there, in this mood it's natural: the wind in your hair.
What a surprise! I'm shocked to find; You've left your work early cause I was on your mind.

Everything's gonna be okay

Everything's gonna be okay, Everything's gonna be just fine.
Take my word for it, there is always a way.
There is a way towards a solution.
There is a way towards the answers you're looking for.
and very often, you won't have to travel that way, it will come to you.
Everything is gonna be okay!

Trust me, I'm not lying, I promise you, everything is gonna be okay.
No, I'm not God. No, I'm not a superhero. No, I'm not a fixer-upper,
I'm a believer. I believe that you are destined to find a solution, to find an answer and to find happiness.
It's yours already, its there, waiting for you. Grab it.
Everything is meant to be fine. Know it!

You deserve it. Don't ever think that you don't.
You deserve to feel great. You deserve to know that everything will be alright.
No one is conspiring against you. The ground is privileged to be under you.
The sky lucky to be above you, the air enticed by your aura.
The universe loves you. I Love you.
Everything's going to be okay!

Of losing friends and dealing with it...

I know my friends, there are some that I know and no longer do.
They are still friends nonetheless, just the far away kind.
You may call them strangers, you may call them untrue
But I'd like to think they just found someone new.
Friends are people you invest in. You give all of yourself to them at a point in your life.
At another point they're gone because they have to go. And what's left of you?
An investment that left you with no returns?
Have you thought, maybe, that this investment was not yours to benefit from in the first place.
The part of your life that you give to another, wholeheartedly, is with them forever, presently stranger or friend.
That part of you that you gave so freely once upon a time and now isn't valued still has an impact on forever.
It is a part of someones history. It is a part of someones memory.
It is a part of someones story. It is a part of the millions of things people do in the name of friendship.
And is a major part of the future.
It doesn't go forgotten. It's engraved in a life.
Don't lose hope if you lose a friend to newer friends.
You've just given the world a part of you in someone else's body.
For if your friendship was true, you were never two,
Just One.

The Universe as i see it

These stars, they shine for me,
These planets revolve for me,
Constellations come together to be a part of my life.
The sky knows my destiny.
The universe seems to know what makes my world go round.
The earth is my cradle, maybe my safe ground.
This, the air that I breathe,
knows what takes my breath away.
And now keeps me free of it,
Of such addictive vices: love, awe, wonder, that once made me sway.
My new muse is more powerful than the sun.
It's the force that keeps this universe bound together as one.

Just a little Humanity...

Like prisoners in their own land
They fight for their lives.
Why must one fight in the first place?
Let alone killing mankind in the battle.
The battle is not of arms or weapons.
This is a battle of pride,
A show of power and the might in a hand,
The display of strength and ability.
At what cost though? And of what price?
Persecution of innocent lives?
Why not the culprits or the deserving kind?
But then again, that, who are we to decide?
Then do not, dear brother, take away a life.
Do not, a mother, take away from a child.
Pray, a little humanity you must have.
For what hope do we when we cannot learn to reconcile.
Peace, brothers, peace is the need of the hour.
In a country or maybe in a heart.
Put down your guns, and save the day.
Be human, is all for what we can pray.

Laughter Ever After

You don't deserve this, don't ever think that you do.
You deserve to smile and laugh and make others laugh too.
Don't you dare use that smile as a lying excuse
To hide away what you think means nothing to anyone but you.

Your life is no longer here, it's a part of a bigger one now.
I wished to be a part of you, a part of your life before it was done.
Let me, please; please, let me delve
Into a place that you shouldn't have shelved.

Leave your sadness, leave it all behind.
There's a world waiting for you. I hope you will find
That crying we come and crying we leave
But in dying, a part of you will find reprieve.
For the world remembers so well no famous aspirer,
But he who was Mrs. Doubtfire.

You don't break what's not yours...

This life is fragile, it's your own to take care of
But when someone else's mingles with yours, you are responsible for a lot more.
Entrusted in your care now is a heart that's found its rest
And you and only you, it chose you as the best.

Take care of this one, for not many are like it,
Take care of this one for the the heart is what the heart is.
What doesn't belong to you is now in your care
Because you welcomed her in, gave her a place to share.

Beware dear friend, don't break what does not belong to you,
You will be in debt, and people you know will become the ones you knew.
Even the strongest of hearts have their weakest of points
It would have been better had you paths never have joined.

You're uncertain whether you will last or you will part.
When you are unsure, don't welcome a heart,
There's no greater sin than throwing a heart to the floor,
Remember, you don't break what's not yours anymore.

In my Backyard, on a Tree.

Forget me! we must travel different roads

I may be away but I'm an invisible hand to hold.

It's alright if you forget me somewhere down the line,

I might forget you too, it's all a matter of time.

But somewhere through our busy lives,

We will make the time to rewind and revise

The moments that have gone by, the moments that made us who we are, 

Will refresh our beings when we're down and out and wishing upon a star.

And the memory of you and me, swinging in my backyard on a tree,

Will remind me of the time we spent with not a worry, all too carefree.

And today as I sit in a pensive mood, 

I know there was a time when we both understood.

That we won't ever meet again, though promises said and made.

The goodbye we said was a 'farewell forever' knowingly, unhappily, bade.

But where we are today is where we are happy,

And what more could I wish for you to be.

For when times are low and I need a moment of 'you and me'.

I'll go back to us, happily swinging in my backyard on a tree.

Twinsync- Faylyn

So there's this thing that my twin and I do,
Just thought I'd share it with you ;)

Click on the link below.
Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNiNjC80CHg

Okay

She hurt deep within, writhing in pain,
for a man she once knew was now entering her past.
Don't become a stranger she warned him, hoping he would never.
'Okay' he said, promising never in forever.

'Okay' was all they were, even when they were the present.
"Lets not worry about the future okay? We're fine now aren't we?"
"Yes, we're okay"

But 'Okay' was not to be settled for , this they learned much later.
The future gave 'okay' a more unsure meaning, okay was not enough, they wanted more.
"Where do we stand now?"
Sadly, all they got was... "Wherever we are, we're okay"

Maybe they should have been "great" or "amazing"
or maybe one of them should have just said it: "in love".
Cause that's what they were.
But 'okay' made it all seem okay.

And when okay saw its new avatar 'K',
That's when turning into strangers seemed absolutely okay.
But truth be told, okay was never enough. 'Okay' was inadequate.
And 'K' was an understatement to inadequacy.

Saving Grace

Sitting all alone.
Torture and turmoil layered my skin,
Bones were breaking within
Weak and weary, I had no strength to cry for help
A force swept around  me, calling out to me, "let go."
"I'm trying", I screamed, tears rolling down my cheeks, "I can't", I howled even louder.
"Let go, I'll catch you, you will not hurt", He said.
"No, I just can't, this cannot be the end," I continued,
"It isn't," He said, "this is just the beginning"

And for the first time since this conversation began,
I lifted my eyes to something more beautiful than anything anyone has ever seen.
Saving Grace.
He picked me up, wrapped me in a tight embrace, almost like a hug and twirled me around in the air.
He threw me up and held His hands open only to catch me before I fall.
"You're mine", He said. And a smile grew across my face like never before.
He held my hand and in an instant, a rush of breeze fixed up every broken part of me.
He touched my shoulders and wings appeared.
He said my name and I was happy.
Never again will I ever be alone.

Match Maker

Match Maker, where have you been?
I've been trying to hunt you down ever since you set this all up.
I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm sure you made a mistake.
Your choice was wrong, admit it for my sake.

Match Maker, I thanked you and I payed your price
you said he was the best, and that I would be his only vice.
But it looks like you had something else up your sleeve,
When you brought us together and then took my leave.

Match Maker, how could you? How could you be so mean?
Taking a heart as pure as mine and giving it to a devil of man kind.
Match maker, don't even try to fix this, now that you have returned.
I've fixed myself up in time, my heart, again, never to burn.

I'll find my own match this time, no help from you, thank you!
For no match can be made by another for me, especially by one like you.
I'll find him on my own you see,
and I'll tell him about you and what you did to me.

So, Match Maker, you may go back to where you came from now,
I cant't stand the sight of you, somehow.
Get along and let me some space.
There's someone behind you, are you hiding him? Move! Let me see his face.

Behind the Veil

Behind the veil are eyes that hide whatever the veil cannot.
Behind that shadow are hope and dreams that did not grow to materialize.
Behind that veil is a woman.
Behind the veil is a human treated like a slave.
The veil stands in between the world and her beauty,
Never to be eyed or envied,
Safely kept for her own dignity.
Behind the veil is a soul wanting to feel free.
As she peers through the eye hole of her veil,
She wishes she could wear something different instead.
Like so many other her age, decorated in colors like blue yellow and red.
Behind the veil you cannot see her swelling eyes, as her books burned and her music was destroyed,
while her hands are placed in those of a man she will serve for the rest of her life.

Small Girl, Big World

Let me go to a far away land, let me see what the world has to show.
Let me marvel and grasp at the wonders of creation.
I want to sit at the edge of a cliff
and close my eyes and feel the breeze cool my feet.
At the top of a mountain, I want to feel as small as a rain drop.
I want to swim and dive down to the bottom of the ocean
and marvel at the creatures that breathe no differently than us.
I want to cross borders and feel like there is no color, but just that of humanity.
No boundaries, just the spread of culture and language.
I want to go and learn of the ways that my brothers around the world live and laugh.
And maybe we could laugh together at the fact that language divides us but expression doesn't.
I want to taste more than just cuisines, I want to taste the flavors of the land
and maybe that which makes these places so delicious to travel to.
Let me sail towards the horizon, until there is no horizon any more,
but just another piece of land inviting me to its shore.
I want to get lost, at least once, somewhere in a city
and I want to find my way home, wherever it may be at the time.
I want to hold the world in my hand but nonetheless feel like a grain of sand. 

Broken Bodies and Breathing Souls

They flock all together, the broken of the lot,
In front of a figure that they trust to make life better.
And they cry and they scream and they cry and they scream again,
Not knowing that words are heard irrespective of actually being audible.
There is someone listening, a mother figure to be precise.
One who knows without being told, one who gives without expecting, one who answers before being asked.
And she gathers these broken bodies and weary hearts and she holds them close.
In her embrace, these bodies find themselves, they find their souls.
They breathe, at last.
In the everlasting care of this mother figure, man turns into a little child.
Ridding himself of all ego and getting down on his knees, he prays.
And somewhere in the midst of silence he finds more solace than he ever found in screams.
In that moment a hand holds his shoulder and his body isn't broken anymore.
It's breathing.

Attraversiamo- Let's Cross Over

Crossing over
From darkness to light,
From last year to a new one,
From one continent to another,
From one relationship to another.
We are crossing over all the time.
We are constantly in motion.
Around the sun, walking home, pumping blood through our bodies.
We don't stop.
Every step ahead is one step left behind,
Moving on.
We move when we know we deserve better.
When a step is all it takes to be more than what we are.
We cross over,
over obstacles and evil,
over oppressors and gossipers,
over heart aches and sleepless nights,
over broken bones and broken marriages,
over dictatorship and demons.
We cross over because we deserve better.
Sometimes we cross over because good is not enough when extravagant is in our reach.
Sometimes crossing over is not as easy as it sounds.
But when you start that journey,
you know you've already given yourself more than the world could ever give you.
And that's the best you can gift yourself.
Don't live in the dark, cross over to the light.
The darkness might be trying but don't give up the fight.

For as long as we have voices....

For as long as we have voices, let us not forget to say thank you

For the many blessings we receive,
For the hands we have and the ideas we conceive,
For the hearts and minds that get us through,
For the presence of me and maybe, me with you,
For the inspiration that moves us and the silence that keeps us still,
For the sound of birds, nature, peace and tranquil.

For as long as we have voices,
Let us get down on our knees and appreciate our feet,
Lets feel the ground and the lives that lie beneath.
Be thankful for being alive today more than you were yesterday,
Be thankful for waking up and mostly for being able to say,
"Thank you"


"In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it's wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices."
-From the book 'Eat Pray Love' by Elizabeth Gilbert

It's better by the sea

By the sea we held hands.
In the city we don't even meet.
The concrete chaos keeps us apart
Or is it our chaotic hearts?

Its easier by the sea, talking, laughing, kissing, smiling.
By the sea we make peace, in the city we war it out.

The waves are calm, the sun is warm. The feeling is mutual.

The traffic is immense, the air polluted. The feeling is aggressive.

I'd rather we meet by the sea than by the city.
For the sea gave me you while the city took you away.

Today as we both live in the city,
separated by streets and numerous dividers,
Two souls in another level of consciousness
still meet by the sea and laugh at us.

Humble Mumble

Humility is understanding that you are but a small drop in the ocean.
It is accepting the fact that there is a power mightier than you.
And that you are as tiny a being as anyone else in front of it.
Humility is grasping the wonders around you,
knowing that no power is greater than love.
Contentment and humility go hand in hand.
Humility doesn't complain. Humility is being satisfied.

Humility is protective gear. It saves you from the weapons of the world.
When you have all that you need to make you happy within you, you have nothing to lose.
And when you have nothing to lose, no one can steal from you. 
Humility is your protective gear against everything evil in this world.
How can anyone poke your ego when you have not one in the first place.

Live for the happiness of your inner being and not for the outer world.
If you find bliss in doing good, do it without the fear of being nick named.
When you do good, seek not the praises of the world.
But the joy of your heart. Expect not to be thanked.
But be thankful for everything.

One cannot boast of his humility without losing it.

John 3:30 - He (God) must increase, but I decrease."

Let the skies fall down

Let the clouds break open.
And let the skies send its gifts to us.
Open your arms and look up to the skies.
Close your eyes and breathe in.
And let the first drops of the skies brush against your face.
Smile.
Be grateful :)