That Lonely Feeling (co-written with a friend)

Sometimes I start to panic about the promises I’ve made

And I try to do the best I can

To make up for my mistakes.

Mistakes of the long forgotten past.

And when I ask her,

I ask her, I ask her about those moments

When I lied or cheated,

How she felt.

When I was scared away. When I was wandering those lonely roads.

Thinking I was alone. In that lonely stretch of earth.

Do you hear my late night cries? Do you know that I miss you?

I wonder if you care for me anymore.

Time has a way of erasing love from each other.

An unloved land

It was there. Sticking out like a sore thumb. An oasis of barrenness in a field of life.

In a short distance, there was a contrast.

On one side, there were buildings. Buildings that housed life and color.

On the other side, there was a vast and mighty ocean.

                That stretched out and eventually morphed into a grand deity.

Reminiscent of the Great War, there was a no man’s land. Barren. Empty.

The sand was there, where no sides dared to cross.

No one told them that they couldn’t claim the land-it was an unofficial rule that they wouldn’t.

The middle was like where civilization halted, where the blue waters refused to touch.

No claims were made in the name of H₂O, nothing.

It was like a fairy tale was real; this arrangement was abrupt and unexpected.

The city was pushing to the vestige of its limits, yet

it didn’t want this territory. Nobody did.

There were no signs saying “Halt. Do not step on this land.”

Though one expected a park ranger to step out and tell you to punish the first person

who was brazen enough to set a toe on this infamous plot of land.

Would there be anyone who’d eventually dare do it?

To step foot on that hallowed, yet bare, land?

A blend of unique

In a way, I feel like a viking, rich man, and a young child.

All rolled together, in a unique blend.

A blend that makes me a stronger, better person.

The cruise ship serves as a launching point point,

from which to touch down on to foreign lands.

Taking their culture and getting rich from that.

The rich man in me pops up like the Hulk in Bruce Banner.

As on this ship I have plenty.

Plenty of people to entertain me.

Plenty of food and the capacity to eat at my leisure.

As for the young child, well, it’s easy.

It’s like seeing something new for the first time,

                and being in childlike awe at it.

There’s so much novelty of this thing,

novelty that won’t be forgotten for a very long time.

And it’s all very true.

I get to visit the lands that the Vikings came from

and meet their descendants.

I get to take home experiences that will make me rich,

rich beyond anyone’s imaginations.

I get to experience something new, with the childlike fervor,

for the first time. Thanks to a parent who cares and supports me.

This mix, this blend,

                It’s what makes life good.

Barren land, modern city

Do you ever think of the foreign countries, with their capitals in isolation?

Do you ever think how, in a barren oasis, there’s technology?

Or how there are the modern comforts in the middle of nowhere?

Like Windhoek in Namibia, it’s the beacon of civilization in barren lands.

People can live comfortably in an otherwise barren and hot and desolate country.

                Isn’t that a great contrast or what? It’s fascinating.

                It’s where people live, to defy what truly lies outside the boundaries of civilization.

Do you want to live where everything is safe, or do you want what reality has to offer?

Another thing I bet you don’t think of is how they govern. How do you govern isolation?

Those assorted cities strewn all over your country, miles and miles apart.

How do these governments unite the people, people who live life in different ways?

                      Makes you think, doesn’t it?

Sunflowers in Tuscany

She looked out and saw them, the field,

The golden field of sunflowers. Beautiful, like an angel’s resting place.

How they radiated, in the fields of Tuscany.

It was a sight to see for sure. One might have expected to be in Heaven,

for the sight was that radiant and beautiful.

On that sea of green, there was an island of sweet, pure gold.

The sunflowers were like an island in a magical land. A land of beauty, of magical radiance.

They swam on the green waves, masterfully, and beautifully.

On the island, they carefully caressed the land, blanketing them with the gentle love of a mother.

A mother who treated the land like it was her own child; it was a beautiful relation of nurturing it.

Looking at these sunflowers, one knew that they were in a land of joy.

A Tale of Two Legacies

They were once grand and mighty things, these monuments.

Vast, sprawling tributes to greatness

To mighty empires of the past

To rulers ruling over grand lands, with mighty armies to command.

Powerful tributes that demanded the utmost respect to the men who commissioned them.

All of these lands were of unfathomable power and bathed in history.

But now,

                Now,

                                Now they’re gone.

Lost. Lost beneath the sands of time.

For all of their past greatness, they no longer exist; they only exist in the annals of history.

Mighty empires and kingdoms sprawling from one continent to another, gone.

Consigned to memories, memories that will inevitably die out with the people who lived there.

Now? Those great cities are long gone,

The last of their citizens are buried beneath the ground, dead for ages.

The citizens of these populous cities inhabit the kingdom underground. Ruled by age.

Their once proud, grand, and prestigious monuments to their very existence have crumbled,

                Crumbled under the burden of ages never to be seen again.

Powerful symbols at the time, these monuments are mere relics.

Never forget them. They were once things of legend.

                But not today, not anymore.