Fragrance, finale

Once


Once upon a fairytale,
Or maybe, just upon a dream,
I held onto something special,
Something called you and me.

But as fairytales are likely to end,
Or maybe, as dreams are likely to die,
There was nothing left to hold onto,
Nothing left of you and I.

Once upon a faded picture,
Or maybe, just a faded rose,
A faded love is still remembered,
Something only I would know.

But as memories linger with the picture
And fragrance with the rose,
l remember what we had,
Even if you never know.





today,
is a moment of joy/happiness/agony/devastation,
all into one.

today, everything ended
only reminiscence remain

the purest of devotion,
exists where
there's no future,
no beginning,
and yet an end.




crying out in the seat,
je t'aime, je t'aime..
hoping you never heard,
yet hoping you to hear..


and you think the same way,
and you came .
gazing, yet knowing its gone
you stared at me,
and we realise,
a million masks can't hide our thoughts...

the meaningless strata,
the pathetic people,
they never understand our feelings,
though they love to hate...








even the greatest novels have an ending,
and so does this tale.
just like the last page of a novel,
so bitter, but so sweet..


memories of your fragrance...
the way you looked into my soul,
the power of your gaze,
soft, but tender,
and your smile,
fills my days with passions of life


i might have lost all my battles,
i don't really care
wondering, ailing to my resting place,
death, do come upon.
For i would have no regrets,
i've nothing to fear
what i have is this memories,
and that makes the story complete.






the metaphor becomes the meaning,
and the meaning becomes the metaphor












the shot gone wide, and the whistle buzzes.
Leagan and Jasnock said their last goodbyes, and parted

~journey ended~