The well is dry

The well is dry.
Why?
Someone emptied it on the sly.
So cry.

Old friends

I see you online
It reassures me that you are alive
it confirms that you are well
But I have nothing to say to you
Nothing to ask
nothing to tell
And as time passes
I do not know what you are doing
what has changed
in your life
So I grow reluctant
ashamed to ask
for it has been too long.

Book

I am so much more than what you see
Have you not learnt
not to judge a book by its cover?
And even after you read it
Between its lines
there can be meanings hidden
words not written
but a message there nonetheless.

Where you are

Feeling lost
plunged into an abyss
How could you have disappeared?
I do not know

When will you be back?
When will I see you again?
I keep this hope
this wish
however far-fetched
it may be

But in the meantime
I drown
wading through
this bitter frown

Longing for the end
longing to reach the place
where I yearn to be
where you are.

Prove to me

Prove to me that life isn't just a lie
that it is not necessary to be sly
Prove to me that life isn't only a game
and that doing wrong still fills people with shame
Prove to me that tolerance isn't dead
and we haven't just our own dear self in our head
Prove to me
and I shall give you anything.

Tribute to my classmates

(of 3GE4, and maybe 4GE4 as well)

An insignificant decision
made without much thought
"What will it change anyway?"
"Hardly anything."

But what did turn out
was changed beyond expectation
There is no doubt
that what was
and what could have been
could never have been more different.

What would I have missed?
This
But what have I missed?
The unknown.

Never shall we know
for it is impossible to guess
what could have come to pass
what was left behind
when we took one path
and turned away from the other.

However
when all is said and done
regret we shall not
for there are many roads to happiness
Passing by different scenery
the destination can be reached
Either way
we will have chosen.

Je vous adore mes amis
Sans cet aiguillage
purement de choix
sans nécessité
Jamais, peut-être
se serait-on adressé la parole
Jamais, peut-être
se serait-on connu
C'est grâce à la chance
que je suis là.

I want

I want:
Someone who cares
Someone who's there
Someone who talks to me
Who makes me happy
Someone who makes me smile
Who goes that extra mile
Someone who makes me laugh
And that would be enough.

My cut

I had a cut
I took care of my cut
I put Burnol on my cut
And it healed my cut

Then I tore open my cut
I didn't know I still had a cut
With this now-open cut
I have again to treat my cut!

So I tore open my cut
Kinda landed me in a rut
It really drives me nuts
Having to cope with these l'il cuts!

Nothing lasts forever

A light shines and you look up
You see the sun and smile
because the sun
blazes a trail of light
that symbolises hope
and happiness
and everything you are looking for

Then the night comes
and you find yourself in the dark
again
and you are reminded
that nothing lasts forever...

And you wonder
what will last
and for how long
and you wonder
whether it will last long enough
for you, at least

A sliver of light
from time to time
Will it bring enough happiness?
Will it chase the dark away
long enough
so that the world is less somber?

Supposedly so
because we live on
most of us
and so do you
except for a choice to the contrary
that might be made
and once and for all
darkness might fall
and never again give way to light.

Interrogation

Who can I ask?
Who can tell me
what I want to know?

What do you do
when you have a question
which stays in your head
which makes you wonder
why, or
what, is the thing
which you should do?

What is the solution
which will get me an answer
which will give me
what I need, and
when will it come around?

Who, and
what, and
why, and
which, and
when, are the questions
which may eventually
when the moment arrives
which may eventually give the how.

Between hope and fear

The warm sun feels lovely on my skin
streaming in through the window
as against the wall I lean
But I dare not open the window
for there is a cold wind
that might come in.

One can hope
possibly it is true
that the air is warm
But what if
waiting just beyond
is a storm?

Between hope
and a fear of deception
one hesitates
to step into action.

Conflicted soul

Conflicted soul in a world so stark,
Trying hard
not to go
into the dark.
Trying not to lose the faith,
trying not to think of death.
When reality to us is shown,
it is hard to believe
to avoid
that
away it shall be blown.
Help us keep the belief,
that darker thoughts be released
rather than to lead to grief,
that these doubts shall cease.