Annual phobia

I feel very uneasy today but I don't know why.


It feels like as if its a special day to me.

In overall, I just feel like wanted to buy a pot of flowers and place it over at verandah and follow it's blossom closely everyday. I've always fond to see the beauty of flowers multiplying itself on the plant as the anticipation to wait for something lovely and beautiful to emerge from it is simply ecstatic.

I just feel very happy. Somehow or other I feel 17th December is a significant date in my walks of life. Something ought to be memorable. Something touching and lovely.


Inspite that, I wish to dedicate today to be a special day to me so that I have one special day to feel special atleast in a year.

But however, it's still the same old proletariat day out of 365 days.

River love

I live at the upstream

while you live at the downstream

ignore the distance that separate us

the fact we're drinking the same flow of water

A better tomorrow

Thousand words fused together without being concise nor precise
All but a mere implication of a better tomorrow
Leaving anxious doubt unanswered
Forerun an unbearable indignant
That one,who couldn't stand the agony
Is left alone in front of a shattered mirror
With hands of suicide attempt
Before the mirror that used to suffuse with hope
Hope that promised happiness and bliss
Is now shadowing the different pieces of broken glass
Now
That another,wish to revive the hope again
An effort tougher than binding shattered glasses with glue
Task alongside a vovage to the moon
Obliges devotion and sacrifice
And also a life for and exchange of the hope
That another has fatigue a sportsman would challenge
But an unchallenged desire to repent
To compensate the loss caused
Never change
A poem still an implication of a better tomorrow
With thousand words that need to be deciphered
And dreams to be made realised.

~Cnigel~



Long time didn't write sissy poem edi...haha.