Plastic

It's too plastic round here...the stench of it burning...the sound of it rustling...moving too fast for me to even glimpse...and when I do...its but a burnt out mammoth of plastic...nightmarish...I need to sit by my lake...I can't stand it anymore.

There will be a time..

There will be a time when the tears will be no more
A time when love looks like a miracle
That will never happen to you
It will be a distant tale of
"someone lived happily ever after" and not me
Yet you will believe in this miracle
And smile when you see people holding hands
There will be this time when it doesn't really matter
You would have come to terms with life
And to get here
You would have embraced it, hated it and ridiculed it
You would have fallen and picked yourself up
More often than you can even remember
There will be a time when there will be this peace
That you would have longed for so long
Run after it
Searched for in other people
Never knowing that one day you would just find it within
And this will be the time
When you will look at the memories you etched
Acted like a fool sometimes
Cried endlessly for days and nights
Yearned for things never to happen
You will remember
Fleeting moments of happiness
Running between your fingers
Submerging into time
The faces
The people
The love
The hurt
The pain
It was never meant to be a happy road anyway
How often do people get to stand at this moment
Looking at the setting sun
And still smile at it...Mystified by this life...and the most beautiful gift it gives...Love.


Maiiya ( I will always be that)