Fib 2 - Myself
Dawn
Passes to
Dark shaded dusk
I keep pondering
Can I earn back my own trust
Friday, February 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Monday, July 26, 2010
Blunder
Took the long walk along that winding road
To ease the troubled mind so harrowed
We have all made those mistakes or two
For which we beat ourselves black and blue
I tell myself that I will fight back the tears
And stay clear from trouble and face my fears
Sometimes things are easier said than done
But I am no example to be that beacon
Sitting on the cold steely bench I stare
My gaze slowly falls on the child with long hair
She runs, falls, brushes her dress without a care
And I slap my forehead and felt really dumb
She just demonstrated the solution to my problem
© Sunil Kurian 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Mental Fog
Sometimes it seems like we keep fighting against the darkness that surrounds us. It engulfs us with such surety that it defies reason. But once we do accept that darkness is the norm, then suddenly we see the light even in the darkness. We live in the dark and we lose our eyes like it is a vestigial organ. Loss is only one side of the coin. Who says humans can't regenerate body parts.So many times we get hurt in this battle and what hurts the most is getting your heart torn out, but the same urge to lose life and limb urges us to grow back that torn heart ad carry on like nothing ever happened. We are creatures of our own afflictions and victims to it too.
Sometimes it seems like we keep fighting against the darkness that surrounds us. It engulfs us with such surety that it defies reason. But once we do accept that darkness is the norm, then suddenly we see the light even in the darkness. We live in the dark and we lose our eyes like it is a vestigial organ. Loss is only one side of the coin. Who says humans can't regenerate body parts.So many times we get hurt in this battle and what hurts the most is getting your heart torn out, but the same urge to lose life and limb urges us to grow back that torn heart ad carry on like nothing ever happened. We are creatures of our own afflictions and victims to it too.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Destiny
She sat across the café looking straight at me
Looking so familiar like that long lost friend
Never did I imagine that she held the key
To this lonely heart I never tried to mend
Soon we sat together and talked for hours
She liked her coffee strong and I liked mine mild
Not one conversation that really went sour
And I realized that sometimes she was a real child
Our lives and our hearts became intertwined
But subconsciously we knew this could never last
The minute reality hit it truly well defined
That the lives that we lead were in real contrast
She picked up her purse and said goodbye
And ran out the door leaving me like old
I looked up to heavenwards and asked “why”
Staring sadly at the coffee that had become cold
© Sunil Kurian 2010
She sat across the café looking straight at me
Looking so familiar like that long lost friend
Never did I imagine that she held the key
To this lonely heart I never tried to mend
Soon we sat together and talked for hours
She liked her coffee strong and I liked mine mild
Not one conversation that really went sour
And I realized that sometimes she was a real child
Our lives and our hearts became intertwined
But subconsciously we knew this could never last
The minute reality hit it truly well defined
That the lives that we lead were in real contrast
She picked up her purse and said goodbye
And ran out the door leaving me like old
I looked up to heavenwards and asked “why”
Staring sadly at the coffee that had become cold
© Sunil Kurian 2010
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Amidst the turmoil
I felt like the world caved in and ended today
As everyone I cared about closed their doors in my face
It feels so strange that when it matter the most
Nothing and no one ever seems to fall in place
Life in all its cruelty dealt me this deadly blow
To get disowned when you need them at last
Seems to be the general order of the world
This pain digs up all the ghosts of the past
As I drown myself in this horrible feeling
There she walks in front of me waving her tiny hands
This little angel who walks on earth all of two years
Reminding me that there is nothing called a best laid plan
Copyright ©2009 Sunil Kurian
I felt like the world caved in and ended today
As everyone I cared about closed their doors in my face
It feels so strange that when it matter the most
Nothing and no one ever seems to fall in place
Life in all its cruelty dealt me this deadly blow
To get disowned when you need them at last
Seems to be the general order of the world
This pain digs up all the ghosts of the past
As I drown myself in this horrible feeling
There she walks in front of me waving her tiny hands
This little angel who walks on earth all of two years
Reminding me that there is nothing called a best laid plan
Copyright ©2009 Sunil Kurian
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