I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone...
A good old favorite
And now I revisit and be reminded, indeed this journey is all my own.
There’s that bittersweet taste of going back home.
Of leaving and coming back.
I made a decision that most people will find odd.
A faulty step that needs a quick reroute.
Watch out! Watch out! they all seem to scream.
But who cares? I also have dreams.
A revisit I must say.
This home is my fortress.
This home, that made me cry and tried my patience is the same home that cradled me when nobody wanted to see my best.
This home made me feel alive even when there’s no one to confide.
In this solitary walk I found this place as my perfect cup of comfort.
When no friends, family or enemy would understand, this home held my hand.
Staying in never made me feel like I am just an ordinary guest.
And who knows but this may be just a temporary rest?
And no you won’t hear me defend my choices.
Nobody, no one in the past knew my worsts while I opted for a personal conquest.
Not a single soul was bothered when I cried in pain.
Nobody knew my shame.
So now that I made a choice to rekindle an old flame, let it be known that only I can play my own blame game.
Friends, lovers, or nothing
There can only be one
We are the best kind of friends
And no doubt movie-perfect lovers
But we carefully chose nothing.
Because nothing sounds safe.
Now nothing is what we have.
My heart revolts
As my mind quietly screams “stop being unfair”
Stop being unfair to me, to us who believe that there is more to life than romance or destiny
I am not saying I don’t need one
But I won’t go for your rule ‘that it’s better than none’
Stop filling my cup
Stop paving the road for me
Let me find my own route
I will get there without a doubt
Let me write my own story
I am telling you, I am happy with ‘me’
I don’t see the need to hurry
Let me fulfill the life made for me – in my own terms
Let me finish my lines
Let me face my own agony
It pains me to think that you only see me in half
Stop thinking only because I am on my own, I don’t have enough.
Why are you still unattached?
Like however deep my thoughts were, even if I announce that I orbited around the Earth
or saved Ebola victims, created history or let’s just say…whatever
I am and will always be asked the same question
A dead fish
A meaningful trip
No matter where I lead their thoughts, they always drive back to the same plot
It’s as if I don’t hold any value on my own
It’s as if I will only be interesting when there’s a man beside me
When there’s a hand that holds mine
As if I won’t be able to walk without it
As if it’s a crime to be on my own.
A world filled with so much hate
Alone I can’t create
But to where is your truth based?
Are lies once found go to waste?
no, my heart won’t ache
even at this mad, mad state
No, my mind remains unfazed