25th August, 2008

a new dawn has broken
on old hearts and new.
of faces in the ocean
and sweet kisses in the dew.

a new song has been figured
with no chords to go with.
and my heart won't even budge now
does not know where to fit.

sweet is the memory
of one's strength when passed.
in the world where emotions
meant nothing to last.

hard is the feeling
that sinks you in grief.
when you see what you've chosen
and the difference in belief.

stupid are my thoughts now
to feel that this might help.
writing down rhyming words here
to show my inner self.

but why do i write to myself?
why can't i write to the source?
the source of all this frustration,
sadly the source to all this force!

thinking hard i tell myself
the truth that i see.
the source is here within my thoughts
the source is in me.