Writing through the times

I loved to write ever since I can remember. I would write short stories inspired by other short stories I loved to read while growing up, sometimes write quotes, pretending to be a great philosopher (haha, I know eye-roll) and now that I'm an adult I rediscovered writing again commercially for print (not so fun, because not every clients' work is creative) and writing & publishing my travel stories in different magazines. Sometimes the writing would be in the form of a loose poem, when I feel emotionally moved while picturing myself in the shoes of others, or sometimes through my own experiences. 

These are today's scribbles....

Feel Again

I still remember what it was like

To stare into someone’s eyes
And realise the vulnerable, heavy feeling
To care for him with all my might
To reach a point where I stopped counting
If he would return my feelings
Because it mattered more
To just let go
And shower him
With the depth of my emotions. 
Then I realised
How beautiful it was to possess the capability to love
Someone without blood ties
A feeling so selfless I never knew I had
And also fearfully realise how vulnerable I am
Like a floating dandelion
Unsure of where I’ll land. 

I look into your eyes now
And I almost feel the same again
You don’t know I’m holding back
A reservoir of emotions 
I am not ready to feel again
Once the floodgates open
There will be no holding back
I don’t know how to love with conditions 
It is either like the present momentI hold back and not love
Or I let go of my fears
And allow myself to feel again
And fall in love with you with all my heart 

Wait for me and let me take my time
I can see the edge and I’m walking there
Wait for me when I’m at the edge
I will open my arms wide
And free fall into love again.

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Dreams

What’s standing between you and I, my Dreams?
How is it I can see what you look like, so beautiful,
Shimmering across the sea, beyond reach.
 
You taunt me, telling me you could be mine
People tell me you are possible
I believe you can be mine
Yet I have little clue how to make you mine
 
I see myself travelling
With pockets full to make a living
I weave through cultures
And explore hidden streets
And every nook and corner
My work I created thrives
It sends me further
More reason to travel
With a loved one
Sharing the same passion for life
The same love for God
And the same yearning to explore
 
So what’s really standing between you and I, my Dreams?
Is it fear of letting go what I have now,
To swim through unchartered waters
To reach you?
 
I do not want to have a near death moment
To realise I should have plunged for you all along
Oh God, tell me where do I start
So I can finally live my dreams.