Tag Archive | purpose

118. Like a leaf in the wind

My life is drifting
Like a leaf
In the wind,

Where will I go?

I twirl and dance
With every breath he takes,
I wonder,

How far will he blow?

Sometimes the raindrops
Come to meet me,
I look for them,

Do they know?

They cleanse my heart,
They drench my fears,
They quench my thirst,

Watching me grow.

My life has its
Ups and downs
Most certainly,

Just like yours and so,

Do take my hand,
Let’s dance as one
In the wind,

So silently and slow.

©Brindology 2012
Original artwork by Brinda Naidu

If you like this post and would like to read more of my poems, please follow Brindology

116. All roads lead to home

The winds blew and we were caught in a storm,

Waves crashed furiously from nightfall into dawn,

We listened to each other speak and thought in our heads

But confusion reigned noisily and our hearts filled with dread.

The road wasn’t paved yet,

The ground was all wet,

The leaves blew into our eyes

Stealing our precious sight.

We soldiered on,

Two by two,

All alone.

Carrying bricks with hands so worn,

One by one,

All alone.

Our duty we did,

Our way back we knew,

When we finally turned back

To look at the city and you.

©Brindology 2017
Original artwork by Brinda Naidu

If you like this post and would like to read more of my poems, please follow Brindology. 

39. Hope

Shall this be my song of hope?

Why do you not want to sit in silence?

This silence is driving me crazy. I don’t want to hear myself think.

How can you talk of hope when your heart holds nothing but despair?

It is because I am sunk, I am defeated, I am nothing more than the dust covering this earth, that I can think only of hope now. I have nowhere to go. No one to meet. No one to hold my hand while I weep. I have to go up. There really is nowhere else to go.

©Brindology 2016

If you like this post and would like to read more of my poems, please follow Brindology. 

28. Eggshells

are you walking on broken eggshells,
letting them shatter further beneath your feet?
do the days seem numbered to you, too?
when did you stop caring about everyone around you?
when did you stop wondering if you could ever fit in?

perhaps the days don’t take that long anymore to turn into night.

i used to think what i said mattered.
i used to think i mattered.

there is a cloudless sky outside,
but i choose to keep my window closed.
i know the air is still because nothing is moving inside.

do you know who lived within those walls?
the armour is now gone, crushed beneath your feet.
the mask has fallen, never to be lifted again once more.

©Brindology 2016

If you like this post and would like to read more of my poems, please follow Brindology. 

25. Red string

今晩は奇跡の時。
あなたと赤い糸を摑んだ、
抱き合った。

Is this the day the stars fall
From the sky
To the ground
Only to become
Dust
Once again?

When all that has been
Remains in the past
With closed doors,
And all that is to be
Waits in the rooms that don’t yet exist,
And all that is happening
Becomes part of you and me?

©Brindology with Ide Keishu & Jufri Annuar 2016
Original image by Jufri Annuar

If you like this post and would like to read more of my poems, please follow Brindology.