The Prosaic and the Profound

"To thine own self be true." William Shakespeare, Hamlet I am A and she is B. Though I cannot be without her and she without me. A and B is a whole, breathing C. But without each other they result to D. D is not another entity. D is for death. The great actuality. B talks to me ceaselessly every Saturday night- talks about the thin line between wrong and right. Oh, the horror of the things she puts into me! Robbing me of my dreamy serenity. I grew afraid of her as time goes by, She made me ill, she made me cry Because she becomes stronger everyday, While I feel I am wasting away. She wants to take over to do horrible things, Like wiping out a whole bunch of earthlings. She's the one who talked to you impertinently, While I was supressed in a corner silently. She wasn't afraid of coackroaches when it's them I dread, I love peace and beauty while she likes anarchy instead. I guess she is really smarter yet bolder than me. When she takes...

Dear My Celebrity Crush, It is not your fault. I just feel miserable and I know you wouldn't even have any idea of my misery. It's the usual fan-girl-obsessing-over-a-celebrity misery. But I wouldn't dwell anymore on my haplessness. I swear, with all my heart, I'll do whatever it takes to get over you. This is the time for a paradigm shift. I am leaving my awful corporate job because it is unhealthy. In the same way, I need to annihilate you from my world because this abominable obsession is unhealthy. I don't even have a single chance with you. It doesn't matter anymore. I'm saying yes to new life. And I no longer want you to be part of that new life. I'M GETTING RID OF YOU. May Fame cradle you forever in its arms. May you live happily ever after. Tschüss.

If I wouldn't see tomorrow's face And I'm running out of happy days, I would do what I was here for in the first place- That is to pen immortality. And frail creation will meet Creator. Happily. 

This. To bear out we are here. Alive. That we breathe and feel- That we laugh and we are real.

Just the mere thought of my heartrending temperament, Crushes my bones into stunning pieces- All those debris fall into the dark abyss And become the stars. So that every night I look at them, A void aches in me.

At the beach Sitting on the sand Talking to the sea. "It's a sad world", I began. "No, 'tis not. 'Tis a cruel one." And the sea whispered all night- And the moon shone so bright. And then I felt I am loved.