Faith

these days i find faith in the oddest places

in a flower growing by the brick passage way

in a text sent abstractly with just the word, hey!

in an offline message of just a sentence or a buzz

in a video chat lasting hours

in a flashing smile, without thought or reason

in you...

A speck of dust

I'm lost, I'm hungry, I have no where to go

I'm alone, depressed, the world doesn't feel like a home

But who cares, who's there?

Who sees my hungry stare?

Who sees the tears as they pour down in my despair?

I'm unemployed, broke, homeless and broken

I'm degraded, disgraced and judged by words unspoken

I've arrived at a point where I see the ghosts in the shadows

And when I look at the dust, I see bones, all broken and hallow

All I am to you are words, thoughts and ideas

But you won't even listen, you see, to you, I'm not even there

I cling to falling curtains, as they draw close my life

Trying to find a memory, of a time things were alright

Trying to take a breath, that maybe someone would remember

But what do you care, I'm just the winter in December

And I'll pass on unknown, uncared for and un-thought of

No one would even notice, I leave nothing to be in want of

My words would remain unread, my thoughts unheard

And yet I have friends, some would dare say I have loved ones...

None ever really knew me nor the lives, I lived

The woes I bled, the troubles I breed

I was just a face, a speck of dust on the sand

I was heard when I was born, but I go silent on my death bed

The silence was my life, the words I said unheard

I came loved and wanted

I leave unloved, unneeded

Unheard, unknown....just a speck of dust on the sand

The Grinch

We've all heard the story of the Grinch

When I was young, I used to think this guy was just plain stupid!

I mean, he gets all these toys and rather than make himself some dough

He grows a heart and gives them back to the kids

I mean how lame!

But then a friend told me a story years back

About the richest man in the world

He's old, crippled and weathered

He spends his days counting all his gold

Coin for coin, daily, to make sure they are all there

He spends his day polishing them, inspecting them

My friend explains, the old man is the richest man in the world

Because he's the last living person

And so he's got all the money in the world

But nothing to spend it on

So he fills his days counting them and polishing them

And I suddenly realized that the Grinch had an angle

Return the toys, makes some friends, win some hearts

At no cost to himself, he was, I mean returning back what wasn't his

And at the end of day, he gets a free meal, the joy of good company

And even some gifts for himself

And at no cost to himself...my what an angle.

So here's to the Grinch, smartest green bastard I ever read of!

To Steve

I'm not a writer, I'm a fibber.

I spin meaningless tales to entertain

In the hope of leaving a legacy, something, behind for anyone

In the hope that when I'm gone

Someone might remember me, think of me

Meet Steve, he's got the same idea as I, or is it me

Unlike me, he's got a regular 9 to 5

Works hard, does his share of giving, his share of loving

But for some reason, he doesn't feel fulfilled

In his mind, there has to be more to life

So he searches for that greater meaning

That something that defines him, distinguishes from the rest of world

Be it a Nobel prize, an Oscar, a Grammy, a Pulitzer, hell even a community award

He's been searching for years, and at this point, no offence, he'll take a bloggers award.

Just something to give his mundane life a purpose

Everyday for the past 5 years, he walks into the same coffee shop

Buys a muffin and a latte, smiles at the girl at the counter and cracks a funny

To her, in her little world, these are the best twelve minutes of her day

Seeing him smile and listening to his voice

He's her reason for waking up in the morning

And her reason for pressing on each day

But poor Steve doesn't see this in his search for meaning

And as she fights the cancer thats killing her

Her only reason to see his smile,

He misses the fact that he's her hero, her world

That to her, his impact on her, gives her the strength she needs

It's to easy to miss the things that matter

A warm beer with friends, a smile from a someone that loves us

A kind word.

What are all the awards in the world, without someone to share them with

What's the use of a legacy, without someone to leave it to

It's the little wins that matter, we all have an impact on someone

And to someone, we are all that matter

And just making their day, making them smile

Beats any award any man can offer

But poor Steve slaves on, unfulfilled

Oblivious that his very smile, saves a life each day

A life that could go on to save another, and that life another

That may give birth to the future leader that ends world hunger

An accomplishment dear Steve remains oblivious to

Till his dying day...

Oblivious that his smile

My Pet

You walk into a room like air slipping into a vacuum

For all those asphyxiated lungs to breathe

And shockingly you don’t realise that’s the effect you have on me

And on everyone else who has the chance to spend time with you

I’ve learnt you cannot choose the way people make you feel

Or the effect they have on you when they leave

You may choose to dull your emotions with alcohol or reasoning

But in the end it doesn’t change how you feel

So it’s better to learn to appreciate the moments

You get to spend with those you enjoy

And if you surround yourself with all those kinds of people

So I want to surround myself with you

And seeing as these feelings are never shared with many

I want to take my time in sharing them with you

And when they ask in years to come, the reason and motivation for who I am

I swear my dear the answer is you.

And I know you’ll never understand the reason why I love you

Just like I can’t figure out why you love me

I’m just glad I met you and got to be with you

And wait for the moment you say...I do.

Wudan Monk

I'll turn into a stone bridge, endure a 1000 years of rain, 1000 years of wind, 1000 years of snow just for the hope that someday you might cross my path

Question the Answers

Forget about the questions, it’s the answers that keep me awake at night

Cos’ if the answers are solutions

Solutions to the issues bring conclusions to the problem

Meaning after the answers there’s nothing left to do

So if you are my answer to all of life’s questions

You see my dilemma dear

So let’s have a fight or two

So i can conjure up ways to make up with you

And let the fear that I might not wake up next to you

Motivate me to find more ways of pleasing you

So even if my answer is always you

The question becomes ways of loving you

Even though I may not have to prove to you

The way I feel about you

I want to make sure when the life is through

I’m sure I ended it with you

With a smile on your face

Your answer still being me, too