Something To Be Reflected On

Dear blog,

This is the weekend that I've been waiting for. However is it really what I wanted? Well to tell the truth...I do not know. Due to the constant requirement of energy in my line of work, I do not have much time or space to think what I want to do. Eventhough if I do, there might not be enough time and space to rethink whether is this the right choice. Might as well just live with it I guess. When people say you have choices in life. I defenitely agree but as an entry level of words of wisdom, there are so many other external factors that might affect those choices.

Choices...choices....choices. These are the thoughts that came into my mind almost every single time. I believe....no....I've made a lot of bad choices in life but then I need to live through it. Its like scarred mark on part of your body telling you that never to repeat that part of history. However human beings are such an unpredictable creatures. We tend to repeat the same thing all over again despite knowing the outcome. Having hope gives us really strong motivation to move.

We are who we are. This is the one proverb that I kept telling myself every once in a while when something happens. I do value friendship heavily and this often brought difficulties and sad upbringings. Well that's part of life too....However sometimes there come time where decisions making are like a time bomb. Its either a yes or no. Just by waiting for the time to come, the person will be undergoing certain emotional torment. There's nothing other people could do other than to console them...to cheer them up or just plainly just to be there to listen to them. It really meant a lot.

Come to think about it, why bog down our emotions and feel bad about every single thing but rather just try to get the best out of our very lives.

Poems

It was a bright bright day
Silence
Not a sound to be heard
No noise made

All were present
Man, beast and bird
No one moved
They simply stood and watched

Then came a far, far off cry
Of pain of hurt
And a sob and a sigh
For all watched a tortured soul
Tormented hurt and die.

There he was on his knees
Begging, pleading
For those who he took as his friends
Used him, hurt him
Then let their friendship come to an end

 

“Why?” he asked,
“Why?” he cried.
“How had the bond been broken
Hadn’t it been made by chains of love so strong?
Or was it of mere selfishness
A weak thread, a token”
“A proof, a mark, deep inside
To scorn me of my foolish pride
So sharp the tongue
That hurt my soul
I cannot run
I cannot hide”
No more could he stand the pain
A laugh, a cry, a blend of both.
But none could work
None to ease the pain
None to ease the hurt.
Blinded by the tears
Of shame, of fury
He then struck a blow
A fist came down on him later
And then there were more
Blow by blow came down upon him
Those very hands
Those very hands
One’s which had calmed the hurt he got
Were opening those wounds
With added salt.
Thus he fainted
Bloodless, lifeless
Calm and still
Writhing insides now empty, now void
Still not a soul moved
Still not a soul moved
“Why is it dark?
Has the night set in?
Or am I dead,
And gone to heaven
Maybe hell for such a sin.”
“Nay my friend,
You still reside on earth
You have your soul
Your body is healing.
But, forgive me my friend
To hurt you and torment your mind
For I have to tell you
That your vision has gone friend
That you are blind.”
A tear falls and then another
For yet the burden was augmented
The voice was known
Too known to ignore
For to ignore was what he wanted
The voice was familiar
The tone was not
Yet how could it be so?
His friends had turned evil
His friends had turned bad
And the voice….
The voice was of a foe

 

Its been quite some time that I did not put anything up in my blog though. Been quite busy with many things and trying to beat the game called ‘Life’. Well this poem was being extracted from another blog which I find it really meaningful. It’s like saying certain feelings in a person’s heart that a single word might not be able to be expressed. Its kind of mysterious on how poems will be able to tell a story of a person’s heart or what he or she is thinking of. This goes the same for a song. I’m not talking about those modern songs called pop, hip-hop and so on. I’m talking about classical stuffs. Eventhough there are no lyrics there but then listening to the song, the tempo, the different beat and tones in the music gives your mind a visual picture telling you a story. I once wanted to take up extra lessons such as piano or something like that. However during my time there were not much of things like that. Hmmm….its almost time for my bedtime though. Tomorrow I will be required to work. I should be feeling lucky as there is work for me and not jobless. A new day should be a blessing instead of dreading for every single undesirable events that had happened.