thirty seven thousand feet high and rising

the cherry on a dessert, either gets to be eaten first, or last, or not eaten at all. it never gets consumed together with the remaining portion of the dessert. 

A poem i wrote several years ago, and i just want to share it. It pays to do some digging in old files.. haha

Were you man enough to face it?

And admit that you caused pain.

were you human enough to ease it?

that pain you inflicted for a gain.

did you get to say goodbye

and gaze straight to her eyes

she did hide at home and cry

coz she did not buy it all, your lies

She felt sorry for herself

For again, she let it happen

the ghost she kept in her shelf

has haunted her once again

She couldnt understand why

she gave in to your flirting

she did vent out and sigh

and cry for she is hurting.

but still she does not worry

and soon she will stop crying

no longer she’d care if you’d be sorry

her tears, they’d all be drying

i’m here. i stand still. in need to be needed. yearning to be talked to. i exist, yes i do. and all i want is for you to notice, that i am here, and you are there, we couldn’t be that far apart. it’s not your eyelids but your heart that shuts your eyes and render me invisible. let go of that heart beat and open your mind, for you to see that i am here, and right there, with you, is where i want to be.