Faces in a Crowd

Do you look at the faces

In a crowd?

Do you look into their eyes

And read their stories?

Do you notice their

Bodily imperfections?

Do you see how beautiful

They all are?

Do you see their lives as they

Walk by?

Do you smile to tell them you

Know their secrets?

Or are you too busy

To notice the faces?

Do you not look up at the

Ambulance roaring past you?

Do you realize that soon enough

You'll be in one?

Do you just let life go on

Without ever living?

the Happy Page

The Happy Page said,

this is what happiness is

illustrations

accompanying

definitions of happiness

I looked at
image after image

liking some

agreeing with others

pyjama weekends

reading your chat history

the list went on

and happiness is all of that

not just one thing,
or one moment
And I realized
there were ways of feeling happy
that I hadn't even thought about
so I will make a bucket list
and I will be happy

Reading my blog

"He reads your blog,

You know?"

You told me

Over and over again

Of course I know,

He reads it

And a few others do too

"But you write about your life

Have you mentioned me?"

What is it you are afraid of?

Do you not want people

To know we are friends?

Are you ashamed of our friendship?

"It's just...

I think you shouldn't be putting up

Your life on the web"

It's my blog,

And I'll post whatever I want

Not your problem

"Well, can I at least read it?

What's the link?"

You found the page,

Do you go back there?

Do you like what you see?

"You don't want to be my friend

In the future?

But I thought..."

A few lines into reading my posts

You had already

Misunderstood what I said

Sigh!

Go read the other one

The one I post on Facebook

You may like that more

Writing for you

I wait for an update

Checking your blog

Nearly everyday

But then it slowly

Dawned on me

That the waiting was useless

For just how I

Slowly stopped writing

For you

You stopped writing for me

And we became two people

Who once made

Memories together

And now

Our blogs remain

The posts not for each other

Sometimes

About each other

But never for

That's how life is,

I've learned

That's how love is

You taught me

I can live with

The thousands of reasons

Why it wasn't meant to be

But I can't live with why

We didn't let it be

Shooting Stars

I had no list

For Santa Claus

I had no wishes

For the shooting stars

I couldn't afford

To dream or hope

For the world is no

Wish granting factory

And yet as the night ended

Another day gone by

We stood there

Hand in hand

Watching the waves crash

Into each other

Our hearts beating as one

Yearning for all that we can't have

Write to Reconcile

Page after page
that new book smell
small black letters
carved into
untouched paper
our names on print
the words
we put together
day and night
creating a
not always
fictitious world
where characters came alive
our thoughts given a voice
and now
the book in print
we hold it
too scared that
our human touch
will wake us up
for this reality
is so perfect
the moments
they seem like
a dream

We hoped

We hoped beyond

What life allowed us

We wished beyond

What we could afford

We dreamed of things

We could never have

We pictured a life

We could never live

We crossed the borders

We were warned against

We found our selves

Wandering away from home

We looked for treasures

Where there were none

We lost our way

And we lost each other

Haunting Secrets

We all have our stories

Memories

With gaping holes

We fill them up

With what we want

Reality to be

Other stories

They can't be shared

Secrets

Too private

To talk about

And those

We give them words too

But never reveal

The whole truth

For we are afraid that

When given words

Our dreamlike secrets

Will become reality

The magic will die

And we will be left with

Ordinary memories

No different from the others

So we write

Poems, stories

Never giving out names

Hoping the unnamed

Will read them

But most of

We just want to

Let go of the secrets

That keep haunting us

Facebook

Facebook

Irresistible

Unforgettable

Can't do without

Your home page

Full of posts

Share to cure cancer

Like if you love your mum

Worse,

The gossip

And status updates

Then there is

That dreadful list

Of all those online

People you avoid

People you hate

And people you don't mind

Next to them all

The little green ball

A sign that they are

Available to talk

But the people you want to

Share a few words with

Even a smiley or two

Ah! The light ain't green

They are never online

When you are

So you choose to

Appear offline

And take on the role

Of a stalker or silent watcher

But then right when you

Open a new tab

With a movie to watch

Or a game to play

'Bing!'

The sound alarms you

Someone says hey

You think,

Should I let them know

I saw their message

Or just ignore it?

It's the never ending game

We all play

Beats Candy Crush

And Criminal Case

About the you I sometimes write about

Sometimes it feels like

I write for someone,

A specific person

The 'you' in the poems

But there isn't a you,

There isn't anyone

Just my imagination

And letters, words I love

Fragments of my life

You will find

Promises made,

Promises broken

They go down as words

On a blog that is my sanctuary

The words are selfish

But so are people

Don't assume

My heart is broken

When I write about love

Long lost

Don't assume

My strings are uncut

When I write about life,

Happiness and joy

The poems,

Take it as they are

Don't give the people faces

Or the memories dates

They are real and they are not

And only I know

You too, maybe

But I doubt you remember