Dear memory,
You have been playing games with me lately.
And I have let you.
You have been eluding my mind.
You have been toying with my heart.
You have been hiding in my intestine.
You have been refusing to let my neurones alone.
And I have let you.
I have been more tolerant lately.
You have been digging with a spade,
Collecting in a wheelbarrow,
And carrying pieces of yourself around.
You have even sneaked in a mallet to smoothen some bumps.
Finally, last night when I caught you with the spanner;
I decided.
I have been more tolerant lately.
But now no more.
You have taken me for granted.
You have used my patience.
You have betrayed my trust.
You are precious to me.
I hold ever inch of you in reverence.
Both the good and the bad.
The real and the imaginary.
The happy and the sad.
The reflection of me and not so me.
But now no more.
Blinded by love, I won't.
I should not have encouraged alterations.
I should not have always let you.
You seem to be targeting a revolution.
You seem to be shifting your identity.
You seem to be looking for a piece,
Which just fits the missing link.
I should have warned you.
Blinded by love, I won't.
The time has arrived.
To shift everything in search is not the answer.
Even if found,
The object will then be futile.
There would be nothing the object knows.
There would be nothing you have grown to know.
The object will be lost
As will be you.
Let it lay in peace.
And one day,
It will by itself rise.
Sleep softly after all your toils.
To finally rest,
The time has arrived.

Stay Alive

Today is not about Yesterday
And Yesterday not about Today.
Every Today spent in the Tomorrow,
The preparation of a better Today.
The Today which is not upon me
The Yesterday I chose to forget;
The Tomorrow I promise to build
by covering-up my Today.
The Today I had promised to build
by denying my Yesterday.
The Today which I had seen,
When my Today was still Tomorrow.
The Today which I will see
When my Today is long Yesterday.
Everyday is my Today
My Today is a bit of Everyday
I live through Everyday
as I forget to live my Today.
If I have lived Everyday,
does it mean I have lived Today.
But if I have lived Today
I know I have lived Everyday.
To live is not just about Everyday
To live is yet to be simply about Today.