13 December 2011

Lessons Unintended

Image by H. Strand

You taught me many things, but not the lessons you intended to teach
In your inability to give, I learnt to put myself first even if it hurts another
The lack of compassion, empathy and emotion, I’ve learnt temperance
Your heightened sensitivity’s taught me to be clearer and be aware of my words
 Those and other more loving lessons have made me better version of myself


12 December 2011

Dying Star

When the love you have can no longer exist
Yet it expands as it always has and will – infinite and vast, limitless and boundless
love magnifies, trapped, yet ever expanding
I let it go into the infinite universe
Where our souls will meet once more, as it always had

10 October 2011


I know that you're not my other half
no one is
That I myself complete me
So why does the world seem more vibrant
more alive
more meaningful
When shared...

Shared with you?

30 August 2011


All the things you dislike about me
are all the things you despise about yourself
in the moments of honesty
when you admit that they exist...

21 August 2011

The Scientist

"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
 Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

But tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start..."

                                                                           Lyrics by Coldplay

23 March 2011


Revealing the best of yourself, conveying your intense spiralling-out-of-control love and affection. Breathing eachother in, appreciating every word, action, feelings, attention. Attentive, watchful, careful, tender, loving, caring, like newly hatched chick warm in your palm.

How soon after does the moon wane. Where “I love you”‘s have become a greeting. Other things and people capture attention.

That you no longer take the time to listen with your being, as through embracing all he has to say, as though she is the only one in the room. No one else matters.

No longer worshipping, ambivalent, to her little smiles, to his breakfasts in bed, to her little gestures, to his interests. Instead, routine sets in - carelessly comfortable, treating eachother like beloved ornaments in a house, where once stood a soulmate.

She’ll always be there. Or will he?

25 January 2011

Sailing the Milkyway

Image by: Tom Lowe

Floating the galaxy, I dream

like stars we gaze upon
visible and present, but tells
a past of a light years ago

Do I wish upon it
as it appears to the eye?
real, tangible, warm and blazing?

or is it a mere story, a dream, a whisper
foretold and foregone?