Sunday, April 24, 2011

'think of me'

think of me, think of me fondly
when we've said goodbye
remember me once in a while
please promise me you'll try

when you'll find that once again
you long to take your heart back and be free
if you ever find a moment
spare a thought for me

we never said our love was evergreen
or as unchanging as the sea
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me

think of all the things we've shared and see
don't think about the ways things might have been

think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned
imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind

recall those days, look back at all those times
think of the things we'll never do
there will never be a day
when i won't think of you

long ago, it seems so long ago
how young and innocent we were
she may not remember me
but i remember her

flowers fade, the fruit of summer fade
they have their seasons, so do we
but promise me that sometimes
you will think of me

the phantom of the opera

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

I think.. you're right.

i think i'm depressed.


Tuesday, April 12, 2011

aisyah's lament

when you starts to DEPEND, thats when you know one day you will shatter to pieces.

sad as it may sound, it is most probably a universal truth, conscious or not, acknowledged or otherwise.
spoken as if someone who has had her heart broken, spirits blown away.
but perhaps i am...perhaps i am.

this..dependence, almost am i inclined to relate to hopefulness, expectations, perhaps, owing to the same sensation that all of them give when failed, will not escape us as long as we are to live in the mercy of another human being, which is unearthly otherwise for human beings are so in need of a society. so then what else can we do but to face it, chin up, feet firm on the ground and conquer the foe that we have ever been so familiar with, sensibly said. but sensibility, as we like, isn't always our vice when it comes to extremes and critical in our lives. only but few could keep them at bay.

when dependent, one is exposed to the comfort of being weak, to rejoice in the comfort of ease and at peace knowing things will be, without much effort or thought about it. the constancy makes it 'better' for it makes things fall into places, into somewhat a routine, which mankind are at nature inclined in preference to.

but someday, those routines will be broken, like routines always do, and thats when the first crack appears. pray it shall even be shattered that very instant at once. and what will people do but to typically lament on their own stupidity for having had given themselves away to weakness, to dependency against their own better judgement. with a bleeding chest, determined not to give themselves away easily the next time, only to repeat the folly, with an already cracked heart. i wonder if men will ever learn.

to take flight for your heart and go against your better judgement and risk a hard fall, or to oblige to rational sense of mind and dismiss a rekindled hope and a chance of happiness?

humans are indeed complex creatures. i wonder what shall i do...