Rippling waves of the ocean rise and fall
Sometimes fiercely, sometimes calmly
Yet in perpetual motion
All it took were a few steps in the direction of the breeze
Following what that belongs to the world
Before I halt, laughing at myself
Yet unable to look away
And all it takes is laughter to remind me of the breeze!
Swallowing the ocean droplets that emerge
I dance to keep on moving
Before realising - I’m creating my own breeze!
Who can possibly fail to be drawn to the soft allure of the Sakura trees? In every moment spent observing the falling pinkish petals dance amidst the gentle breeze, I experience a brief eternity.
To follow your heart, they say, is easy. But what can you do, if your heart consists of all these falling petals that move in erratic directions at the same moment? Which petal do I follow? If only every single petal could be commanded to fall in the exact same way!
Yet paying attention to the clumps of fallen petals beside my feet, I am reminded - the dust is bound to settle; none escapes gravity.
I can’t bear seeing these petals remain scattered, so I collect them in my dreams. In a drawer that shall never be locked but remains closed for now, they occupy a special spot - in which they shall never wither.
It ended because it started!
It ended because it started!
Because that fool stole my song
Because no man could do me wrong
Because walls could keep a mind shut
And darkness could creep into a heart
Three thousand shall be the price to pay
It shall be a number I use to dismay!
