Tag Archive | solitude

52. By myself 

Finally.
I’m here by myself.
Time to sit,
To breathe,
To do nothing at all.

Finally.
I sit at this table by myself.
My coffee forgotten,
My thoughts fly far,
The sounds of other people slip into a lost world.

Finally.
I can heal by myself.
There is time to listen to my heart
With space for my soul
To be free.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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48. Close your eyes

Tutup matamu sekejap sahajalah,
Bolehkah kamu ingati senyumanku?

Senyumanku
Yang lama kamu tidak lihat.
Suaraku,
Yang lama kamu tidak dengar.
Hatiku,
Yang lama yang kamu tidak sayang.

Tutup matamu sekejap sahajalah,
Bolehkah kamu ingati diriku?

Close your eyes for just a moment,
Do you remember my smile?

My smile,
Which you’ve not seen for a long time.
My voice,
Which you’ve not heard for a long time.
My heart,
Which you’ve not loved for a long time.

Close your eyes for just a moment,
Do you remember me?

©Brindology with Rosiah Mokhtar & Rashida Sehan 2016

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46. Empty mind


The open mind isn’t an empty mind,
The quiet mind isn’t the silenced mind,
The falling rain isn’t the tearing of the sky,
My own mind is what I’m trying to find.

The rain keeps falling outside,
Heavy raindrops hit down hard on the ground.
The trees cast shadows down the hallowed path,
Opening a new way to view the world.

Perhaps this is a journey I must walk alone,
Nobody will know where my path leads.
This new mind I seek will be mine alone,
Free from the past and you.

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
©Original image by Joanne Garnell

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44. Night tree

This is my night tree,
The tree that stands alone in the dark,
Never moving,
Never leaving,
Always seeing
The things that move in the dark.

This is my night tree,
The tree that has no leaves,
Only scars that line its face,
Always still,
Always silent
Not making a sound in the dark.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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37. Silent night

The sky is blacker than the darkest hour.
Nothing is moving outside.
I sit in this deep silence and think of you.
Your face is etched deep into the shadows of my mind.
Every memory of your voice sings softly to me as I sit still,
not moving,
barely breathing.

Should I survive this night?
Should I go to sleep and wake up to a better morning,
even though you are not here beside me anymore?

It rained all day.
The roads are wet.
The cats sit huddled in the corner,
not moving,
barely surviving.

©Brindology 2016

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33. Betrayal 

Betrayal comes from the empty chair,
Betrayal comes from the broken cup,
Betrayal comes from the thunderstorm stirring trouble in a wounded heart.

Betrayal comes from silence,
Betrayal comes from you,
Betrayal comes from all the things you did and did not do.

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
©Original image by Joanne Garnell

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27. Buses

Buses oh buses!
Those things on wheels.
Riding in them
Gives me quite a thrill!

I sit at the window
Looking out,
At cars, bikes and buses
Just bustling about.

Where are they going?
Too busy they seem
To notice my eyes
Staring out of my dreams

Can’t wait for my journey
To happen today
I have my fare ready
And I’m on my way!

Buses oh buses!
Those things on wheels.
Riding in them
Gives me quite a thrill!

©Brindology 2004

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