Happy New Year

I know I dont use my blog to 'blog', Ok.... I use it to 'blog' but not about my life. I blog bout stories and poems....  :) Anyway, I just wanna wish everyone a happy new year. Every year, we dont grow older, we grow more knowledgeable and experienced. I hope 2010 will be an awesome year for me and you guys. Have fun and never let golden (or silver or bronze!) opportunities pass. Grab them and make a run for the line so no one can take them away from their righful owner, yes you!

Waiting for you

I have been waiting for you,
For so long,
I've been patient,
I'm still patient but,
I'm wondering when you will appear in front of my eyes,
Rather magically,
I want to see you,
I want to talk to you,
I want to see your smile once again,
Like the shining sun,
Your smile makes me happier than anything can,
That's why I'm willing,
To wait for you,
And here I shall be,
Waiting for you...  :)


To the owner of the picture, I hope you dont mind me using you pic! It's very nice....

New Story - Through loving, we are loved.

Through loving, we are loved.

I looked into those admiring dark eyes. The colour of the darkest pearl never failed to mesmerise and enchant me. They made me wonder whether the rest of the universe could ever be more beautiful than her eyes each time I look into them.

I reached for a strand of her beautiful black hair which had came out of her messy ponytail. Tucking her hair behind her ears made me feel very happy for some unknown reason. It made me very content and excited.

I sighed. Why must she be everything that is right for me and yet, she’s all wrong for me at the same time? Is loving her a test? How do I pass this test? By loving her with more love than the world could ever hold or loving her in secret for the fear of hurting her with my feelings?

She smiled at me. The setting sun shines its last rays in the park we were in. Is it the same for me? Should I stop loving her like the setting sun and let some guy make her happy? I know that, like the setting sun, I’ll love her again after that. Just like a rising sun again. I sighed.

Looking into her beautiful heart shape face, I know I’ve found everything there is to be found in my life. Her face holds more beauty than anything the world can offer me. I am in love with her and nothing else matters but that truth.

I don’t know if she feels the same way for me. I can not make her love me. Love is free will. She’s free to love anyone. I’m not going to make her choose me just because she doesn’t want me hurt.

I don’t want her to feel like she’s being a hypocrite by lying to me. I’d rather be in pain than letting her be in pain. Any pain inflicted upon her will kill me. My hand which she held in hers twitched. My hand wanted to take hers and press them to the place where my heart beats.

I want to let her hands rest there and tell her that my heart is all her for the taking. But I can’t. I can never do that because that will be selfish. We have been sitting on this bench, not moving for almost an hour.

The sun has set and it’s twilight. I knew instinctively, that this is the time to tell her. I looked into her eyes again, and I was tongue-tied. How can I ever tell her I love her when each time I look into her eyes, I’m speechless at the beauty of them?

I shook my head and whispered into her ears for fear of being tongue-tied should I look into her eyes. I whispered so softly that I could barely hear it, “I love you”. She shook her head and giggled.

I felt a pang in my chest. She’s laughing at me. She looked into my tortured expression and said, “I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing because it took you the whole day just to whisper those three words”.

They both of us laughed harmoniously together. She tugged my chin asking me to look into her eyes again. I stopped laughing and I looked into her eyes, trying to make my thoughts coherent. “I love you too but it’s not enough to make us more than friends”, she whispered.

I waited for the pain that ought to be searing through me but no pain came. I realised that her words made me feel happy. Not as jubilant as I would have been should she told me she loved me as much as I love her, but content enough not to feel the pain.

I know she will never love me enough to change the fact that we will only remain as friends but I think that’s enough for me. Being friends with her will be enough for me for the rest of eternity. I know that.

The Wait- a new story....

And the years flew like butterflies in an open meadow. Patricia sat there on her antique rocking chair, still waiting and hoping. Her rocking chair faced the front of the lawn. She ordered the rocking chair to be placed there with hopes that she would be able to see him in his full uniform when he comes back from the war.

The word ‘war’ made her wept dried tears that she wept years ago. She couldn’t afford to weep another tear for the war that had taken David from her in what seemed like eons ago. She remembered with perfect recall how handsome David looked in his uniform. He was so eager to fight for his country.

She wasn’t so eager. She knew how dangerous war zones can be. She wished to bottom of her heart that David didn’t have to leave her and she would still see him despite the raging war. Who cares about some stupid war? No matter what she said or how she pleaded, he still had to go.

She prayed that her endless love- which could bring the world to its knees- was enough to keep Dave safe and sound. Every second of the day, her heavy heart wondered where he was and how is he holding. And she spent every second of the day praying that love was enough to keep him safe.

She sat there on the rocking chair, motionless and oblivious to the world. Once in a while, she would whip her head to look at the antique but charming grand piano behind her. She could her faint music from it that came from her memories of Dave playing. The heavenly music never left.

Everyday, the music would start swimming in the room as soon as she sat on her rocking chair. She would turn to find that the room was empty with nothing but her, the rocking chair and the grand piano. She knew that Dave was playing, far away, to assure her that everything was fine and he was well.

She would reminisce how his huge fingers would move smoothly to create a music that was out of this world. The music she heard when he was playing can only be heard in the Heaven. He would play and at the end of each song he would reach out for her hand and kiss her.

His kisses were sweet, sweeter than honey. Then he would caress her hair and murmur words to tell her how much he loved her. She sighed. The memories never failed to flood back like a gushing stream every time she sees a thing that had something to do with Dave. What wouldn’t she give to have his hands around her now?

She looked to find that the clouds are orange now. How fast time flies when she thought of him. She reminded of their first kiss. They kissed in a meadow and the sun was setting and the bird-who were returning home- chirped as tough they loved to see them together.

Something made her rubbed her eyes hard with the back of her hands and shook her head. Perhaps the medications that her physician gave had a side effect of hallucination. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She was seeing Dave returning for the war. He was wearing the very same uniformed he left with.

He was carrying nothing but a charming smile that left her breathless for the first time in so many years and a beautiful yellow rose. Yellow roses meant love everlasting. He had some weird light that trailed behind him. His face was glowing and radiant. He walked slowly and Patricia wanted to run but something pulled her back.

He stood there in front of her and asked in his deep voice, “Are you willing to give everything up just to be with me, Patty”. She looked into his violent blue eyes and found all the answers to her questions. “Anything and everything”, she whispered. “Then come with me, my love”, he tugged her.

The weight that pulled her down just now felt effortless. There was nothing holding her now with the exception of Dave’s warm hand. She took a step forward and felt different. She felt as though she shouldn’t be walking, she should be flying. “Is anything wrong, love?” Dave asked with his eyebrows up.

“Nothing when I’m with my soul mate and the person who owns my heart and soul” she answered. He smiled and left her breathless again. With the smile, she let go of all her fears and doubts. In fact, she let go of everything but him. Then she found herself and walked with Dave to a place not even I know of.

As she walked towards the skies, she looked back to find her aged and wrinkled body lifeless on the rocking chair she spent so long on. Her body was old and wrinkled but her soul was young and the both of them looked exactly how they looked like in their twenties. It was worth the wait, she told herself as she walked hand in hand with Dave.

The young maid who was assigned to take care of the aged Mrs. Young went to find the old lady for her dinner. She found her mistress sitting on the rocking chair as usual. The only different thing was that the chair wasn’t rocking in its usual rhythm. She touched Patricia’s hand and found it was warmer than usual.

She shook the old lady gently, hoping to wake her from her nap. But then she found out that Patricia will never wake up again. She wanted to weep her heart out for the kind old lady had left the world but something told her that Patricia was with Dave and she is very contend to be there with her soul mate.

She called the butler and together they arranged for a cremation as they were ordered by the late Mrs. Patricia Young, wife of Lieutenant Young who died in war. Then they sent her urn to the skies with a small firework. When the firework exploded, her ashes were scattered in the skies with the stars. Somehow, the stars were brighter that night than they have ever seen.